@Dynamo Frokane The pictures of the sisters don't work for me in here but the ones in the interest check work fine for some reason...
I just checked again and it's actually only for Marina and Tabby, both in here and the interest check.
Alright, one last edit. I just checked the picture's address, and apparently it's something to do with interpol. Might want to find other pictures or something.
Name: Alejandra Jones Age: 27 Date Of Death: April 23, 2001
don't mind the ear piercings.
Height: 5'7" Weight: 146 Method of Death: Bled to death after being shot several times by her fiance Bio: Alejandra was born the third child to a peasant family in El Salvador. Her childhood consisted of trying to survive under the violence of the government. When her father would suggest the family in immigrating to the United states, all would find it safer and practical in living there than being killed under a death squad.
While she and her siblings would be introduced to public schooling, she would pick up on music. Alejandra became fond of the cello and would excel at playing it throughout the years. Once her family would become financially stable, they provided her extra lessons that would strengthen her skill. Her talent and motivation in playing had brought her scholarships to great colleges, a dream being closer at reach.
During her high school years, Alejandra was well known for having multiple relationships which she would constantly switch from. One she would end up staying with during the late junior year and found that she had deeply loved him. There was a tense pause in their relationship in their late senior year. During this time, her lover was jealous of her luck with getting scholarships to a first rate colleges while he would be doomed in paying tuition. He was also afraid of losing her ,resulting in him following her in order to make sure she kept faith.
As time went on, Alejandra and her lover had graduated from college. But with his debts were Piled up, she would assist in paying them . This had deeply damaged their relationship as he would be dependent on her while he would struggle to find a job. As Alejandra would be involved with more people, her lover would ask her hand in marriage out of jealousy. Their relationship would take a bad turn as the difference in status had grown. Many times they would fight, she would seek refuge among others, though it would prove to fuel the situation. One day as she would be consoled by one of her male coworkers, her fiance would ultimately would try to shoot at the person, however would miss and fatally wound Alejandra.
Greatest Love: Her favorite instrument, the cello Greatest Fear: Not being able to finish what she started Stunning Weapon: OTs-38 Stechkin Sealing Weapon: Machete
@Dynamo Frokane I really love the concept. I would love to join, but there are a few factors I have to take into account. Even if I don't end up joining, I do think that this would be fun to read and keep track of.
Imo, I find Riley and Delores a bit interesting. Alejandra would think they are the craziest since-
- Riley is angsty which Alejandra would take as being 'ungreatful'. I portray Alejandra as being satisfied with the things she earns and having an ideal appearance for a woman. - Alejandra moves on quickly from her partners, which I find Delores would be always stuck on one person. Merely, being a stalker would creep her out as her ex was constantly on her tail.
Stalkers are hella creepy tho, just watching you from your bathroom stall as you do your thing
No, I believe. All characters were all alive and died at some point. They would be then summoned by the Jones family, where they would be living within a single vessel in which we "share".
No, I believe. All characters were all alive and died at some point. They would be then summoned by the Jones family, where they would be living within a single vessel in which we "share".
Yes this is pretty much it. Its a refrence to killer 7 where they all share the surname 'smith' as codenames as being in the smith syndicate. Jones isnt your characters real surnames, its how they are identified in the assasin circles in limbo.
Sorry boss, I'm telling you this a bit last minute and all, but I'm afraid I won't be able to participate in this. I'd really like to, I even have a character I'd particularly like to write, but I think I'd only go as far as that. It's really not that I'm not interested or that I find any of your RP's boring, but I'm getting busy again and I'd hate to invest time into an RP which has such involvement with characters in the story (which is amazing, seriously!) only to leave it later.
I really hope I can find time to write with you again some time, when life affords me a bit more free time!
Her hair is actually kept loose, tucked underneath a hood, though would reach her lower back in length if it were to be left out. Her coat is of deeper shades of black and purple, yet has no gold patterns. Eyes are aquamarine color (leaning on the greener side), and she has dirt-covered features almost all the time. She wields an athletic frame and sports contact lenses most of the time, though these are purely cosmetic.
Age: 25 Date Of Death: February 27, 1976 Height: 5'10 Weight: 58kg Method of Death: Attempted to fake her own death and disappear. Unfortunately for her, it was her last act...
(TL;DR: Raissa grows up in the Favela, travels to the States, her parents die, she and her brother get separate adoptions, she turns to a life of crime, goes on the run, and finally falls to her death off a cliff. The longer version is below. Also sorry for making such a long bio - it would've been shorter but I accidentally wrote too much ;-;)
Growing up in the Favela taught Raissa a great many things -- athleticism, trickery, street-smarts -- however the one thing it didn't teach her was manners. Raissa has always been the trickster type, loving games and physical activities in Morro da ProvidΓͺncia, and later California upon her illegal immigration. Though she never truly shook her child-like demeanor, her constant practice on tricks and illusions evolved her to new heights, more specifically of the illegal kind.
Born January 13, 1951, Raissa had to grow up quickly, but never quite made the cut. As her family lost their home and business, they were forced to take up residence in the first ever Favela; a hill known as "Providencia Hill". It was a hard-earned string of illegal activities that allowed the family relative wealth and services, however Raissa's mother and father always prioritized their baby's innocence over all. Hence, when they brought her a deck of cards and magic tricks from a shop in town for her to play with, Raissa was amazed, her curiosity flaring to life. Little did her or she know, this small act of kindness would change all of their lives forever...
Raissa became obsessed with her games, and mastered the art of shuffling, dealing, and playing cards over the years. By age nine she could already best her parents, let alone the neighborhood kids, in numerous card games, and even might have won a few games against adults in secret for some extra money. But by that stage, she was rather bored with simply playing cards - she needed something else. For awhile now she'd snuck out of home at night to visit the magic shop in town. Though she would occasionally buy something and have to keep it hidden from her parents, most of the time it was purely to speak with the store manager and learn of the new items in stock or to try some of his own creations. That was when she was introduced to what he believed to be his own creation: a thin sheet of metal, lightweight with a classic ace of spades print on the front, sharp as a knife. He called it a 'throwing card', stating that although regular cards can be thrown, his version are meant to be thrown.
Raissa was hooked.
Unfortunately she had little time to get help with practice, as by the age of eleven, she and her family were on the move. They'd had enough of the Favela and were looking for a new home - a home where they could (hopefully) live a normal life. Her parents eyes were set on the United States, and during November of that year, they started their journey.
It took a year and a half to complete the journey, but it was fun, travelling across Mexico and into the US. They spent many nights watching the stars together, wondering what normal life would be like, laughing and speaking of days to come. On their journey, closing upon the American border, Raissa learned she would be having a little brother sometime after they'd settled in America, the family overjoyed with the prospect of another child. They spoke of how he would mark a new beginning, and how life would finally become... comfortable for them.
It took a little longer for the family to get settled in than they thought, but life in America started out well. Although Raissa had poor English experience, she found she could amaze her schoolmates (this being her first time in school) by doing magic tricks, often with cards or the other numerous gizmos at her disposal. Halfway through said school year, her baby brother Ruben was born, her mother having to keep home to care for him. Things continued pretty well for about three years; Raissa maintained decent grades, but excelled in the arts, and her parents were keeping in good work. Raissa and Ruben both were learning how to speak, Raissa taking up reading to better her studies and Ruben learning how to speak (somewhat). But unfortunately, all good things must come to an end...
She was just sixteen when she first had a gun aimed at her head, ready to fire at any moment. It was the second most horrifying moment of her life, and one should would forget by living one day at a time from then on...
A masked man had broken into their home and taken both Raissa and Ruben hostage. He waited, patiently, for the children's parents to arrive home (who had been out taking a nice dinner), and when they came through the front door, he shot Raissa's father directly in the forehead. He then took aim at Raissa's mother, and began talking about the two's past wrongdoings; Raissa had no idea exactly what her parents did until that night, but she regretted not knowing it afterwards. They were drug traffickers and arms dealers, at least in Rio, and those they left behind were not happy with them. Hence their current predicament, which later lead to a world of pain for Raissa.
Later that morning, a bloodied Raissa walked out carrying her younger brother to a nearby ambulance as police raided the suburban house of Stockton, California. It didn't take the police long to piece together what happened: the parents died by a gunman, and a gunman died at the hands of a teenager with a razor sharp playing card, who sliced the gunman's neck open. She and her brother were checked for injury at the hospital, but thankfully, they sustained no physical harm. Yet, Raissa would never be able to truly forget the memory of that night...
When everything was said and done and the situation calmed, Raissa and Ruben were put into foster care. Unfortunately for the two siblings, they were split up and sent to different homes, never to see one-another again.
Raissa's family were an old couple, the Jones' (oddly enough), and were very loving of their new daughter. The Latin American girl was, however, quiet. Since the incident, she simply kept to herself - she no longer began doing magic tricks at school, and became more and more isolated.
That was until she took up illegal activities of her own, that is. Well, that and magic shows.
[WIP but I just need to put this up so I can be accepted XD]
Greatest Love: Magic, illusion, and distortion to fascinate and intrigue others. Also reading. Greatest Fear: In terms of known fears, being embarrassed is something she fears often. She has an unknowing fear of her own memory, keeping the darker thoughts repressed behind the persona of The Magician. Stunning Weapon: AAC Honey Badger. Sealing Weapon: Custom-made deck of stainless steel throwing cards; think of them as knives, but with four sides.
Her hair is actually kept loose, tucked underneath a hood, though would reach her lower back in length if it were to be left out. Her coat is of deeper shades of black and purple, yet has no gold patterns. Eyes are aquamarine color (leaning on the greener side), and she has dirt-covered features almost all the time. She wields an athletic frame and sports contact lenses most of the time, though these are purely cosmetic.
Age: 25 Date Of Death: February 27, 1976 Height: 5'10 Weight: 58kg Method of Death: Attempted to fake her own death and disappear. Unfortunately for her, it was her last act...
(TL;DR: Raissa grows up in the Favela, travels to the States, her parents die, she and her brother get separate adoptions, she turns to a life of crime, goes on the run, and finally falls to her death off a cliff. The longer version is below. Also sorry for making such a long bio - it would've been shorter but I accidentally wrote too much ;-;)
Growing up in the Favela taught Raissa a great many things -- athleticism, trickery, street-smarts -- however the one thing it didn't teach her was manners. Raissa has always been the trickster type, loving games and physical activities in Morro da ProvidΓͺncia, and later California upon her illegal immigration. Though she never truly shook her child-like demeanor, her constant practice on tricks and illusions evolved her to new heights, more specifically of the illegal kind.
Born January 13, 1951, Raissa had to grow up quickly, but never quite made the cut. As her family lost their home and business, they were forced to take up residence in the first ever Favela; a hill known as "Providencia Hill". It was a hard-earned string of illegal activities that allowed the family relative wealth and services, however Raissa's mother and father always prioritized their baby's innocence over all. Hence, when they brought her a deck of cards and magic tricks from a shop in town for her to play with, Raissa was amazed, her curiosity flaring to life. Little did her or she know, this small act of kindness would change all of their lives forever...
Raissa became obsessed with her games, and mastered the art of shuffling, dealing, and playing cards over the years. By age nine she could already best her parents, let alone the neighborhood kids, in numerous card games, and even might have won a few games against adults in secret for some extra money. But by that stage, she was rather bored with simply playing cards - she needed something else. For awhile now she'd snuck out of home at night to visit the magic shop in town. Though she would occasionally buy something and have to keep it hidden from her parents, most of the time it was purely to speak with the store manager and learn of the new items in stock or to try some of his own creations. That was when she was introduced to what he believed to be his own creation: a thin sheet of metal, lightweight with a classic ace of spades print on the front, sharp as a knife. He called it a 'throwing card', stating that although regular cards can be thrown, his version are meant to be thrown.
Raissa was hooked.
Unfortunately she had little time to get help with practice, as by the age of eleven, she and her family were on the move. They'd had enough of the Favela and were looking for a new home - a home where they could (hopefully) live a normal life. Her parents eyes were set on the United States, and during November of that year, they started their journey.
It took a year and a half to complete the journey, but it was fun, travelling across Mexico and into the US. They spent many nights watching the stars together, wondering what normal life would be like, laughing and speaking of days to come. On their journey, closing upon the American border, Raissa learned she would be having a little brother sometime after they'd settled in America, the family overjoyed with the prospect of another child. They spoke of how he would mark a new beginning, and how life would finally become... comfortable for them.
It took a little longer for the family to get settled in than they thought, but life in America started out well. Although Raissa had poor English experience, she found she could amaze her schoolmates (this being her first time in school) by doing magic tricks, often with cards or the other numerous gizmos at her disposal. Halfway through said school year, her baby brother Ruben was born, her mother having to keep home to care for him. Things continued pretty well for about three years; Raissa maintained decent grades, but excelled in the arts, and her parents were keeping in good work. Raissa and Ruben both were learning how to speak, Raissa taking up reading to better her studies and Ruben learning how to speak (somewhat). But unfortunately, all good things must come to an end...
She was just sixteen when she first had a gun aimed at her head, ready to fire at any moment. It was the second most horrifying moment of her life, and one should would forget by living one day at a time from then on...
A masked man had broken into their home and taken both Raissa and Ruben hostage. He waited, patiently, for the children's parents to arrive home (who had been out taking a nice dinner), and when they came through the front door, he shot Raissa's father directly in the forehead. He then took aim at Raissa's mother, and began talking about the two's past wrongdoings; Raissa had no idea exactly what her parents did until that night, but she regretted not knowing it afterwards. They were drug traffickers and arms dealers, at least in Rio, and those they left behind were not happy with them. Hence their current predicament, which later lead to a world of pain for Raissa.
Later that morning, a bloodied Raissa walked out carrying her younger brother to a nearby ambulance as police raided the suburban house of Stockton, California. It didn't take the police long to piece together what happened: the parents died by a gunman, and a gunman died at the hands of a teenager with a razor sharp playing card, who sliced the gunman's neck open. She and her brother were checked for injury at the hospital, but thankfully, they sustained no physical harm. Yet, Raissa would never be able to truly forget the memory of that night...
When everything was said and done and the situation calmed, Raissa and Ruben were put into foster care. Unfortunately for the two siblings, they were split up and sent to different homes, never to see one-another again.
Raissa's family were an old couple, the Jones' (oddly enough), and were very loving of their new daughter. The Latin American girl was, however, quiet. Since the incident, she simply kept to herself - she no longer began doing magic tricks at school, and became more and more isolated.
That was until she took up illegal activities of her own, that is. Well, that and magic shows.
[WIP but I just need to put this up so I can be accepted XD]
Greatest Love: Magic, illusion, and distortion to fascinate and intrigue others. Also reading. Greatest Fear: In terms of known fears, being embarrassed is something she fears often. She has an unknowing fear of her own memory, keeping the darker thoughts repressed behind the persona of The Magician. Stunning Weapon: AAC Honey Badger. Sealing Weapon: Custom-made deck of stainless steel throwing cards; think of them as knives, but with four sides.
Okay your character is approved put her in the Characters tab.
Okay so far we have 7 assasins, as the deadly 8 ive been waiting for the last candidate but I see its holding the RP up, so can I get a roll call to see whos still on board with this? I think an idea is to start the IC with 7 and then leave it open for an 8th new recruit and we can work it into the story that the previous 8th member's spririt passed on and they are looking for a replacement.
And here I am. Didn't initially join since I already saw 8 people show interest.
Jonathan II Jones
Age: 27 | Date Of Death: 1937 | Height: 180 cm | Weight: 73 kg Greatest Love: Power | Greatest Fear: Losing it.
Method of Death Choking on his ring while being forced to swallow it.
Bio Since a young age he had already learned about the things that drive the world around. Money and power. And from that age he did everything he could to achieve them. Be it building favors by blackmailing or killing others, exploiting loopholes in the system to avoid paying taxes and even scam people off their money, yeah, he did all of it. But he sealed his fate by marrying the daughter of a men he had killed.
He took a sick pleasure while always reminding her who killed her father when they were getting intimate. He always wore her family ring, formerly belonging to her late father, at all times serving as a constant reminder of who was in control. One night, the young girl, after suffering through a particular session of abuse, both mental and physical, decided to carry out her plan which she had been plotting for weeks. Taking out a paralyses poison from where she hid it, gently and as smoothly as possible inserted it on Jonathan's sleeping form. He always had a drink before going to bed, that night though, he fell absolutely wasted. As the poison entered his lips, within seconds he awoke barely being able to breath. This chemical was mostly used on tortures, the target felt like breathing through a pipe but never lost consciousness or died. For what seemed like hours Jonathan writhed in agony barely staying conscious and suddenly the girl got the ring from his finger, looking at it melancholically for a moment then turning to him and saying:"As much as you liked this ring in life, you will forever carry it in death. A memento of who had the power in the end."- with that she shoved the ringed in his throat, watching him squirm for a few more seconds then darkness...
Stunning Weapon His cane which is a hidden single shot rifle rifle using R.I.P. bullets.
Sealing Weapon The black golden ring with a dark green gem on top. If you look at the gem closely, you can make hundreds upon hundreds of dark little shadows floating around.
And here I am. Didn't initially join since I already saw 8 people show interest.
Jonathan II Jones
Age: 27 | Date Of Death: 1937 | Height: 180 cm | Weight: 73 kg Greatest Love: Power | Greatest Fear: Losing it.
Method of Death Choking on his ring while being forced to swallow it.
Bio Since a young age he had already learned about the things that drive the world around. Money and power. And from that age he did everything he could to achieve them. Be it building favors by blackmailing or killing others, exploiting loopholes in the system to avoid paying taxes and even scam people off their money, yeah, he did all of it. But he sealed his fate by marrying the daughter of a men he had killed.
He took a sick pleasure while always reminding her who killed her father when they were getting intimate. He always wore her family ring, formerly belonging to her late father, at all times serving as a constant reminder of who was in control. One night, the young girl, after suffering through a particular session of abuse, both mental and physical, decided to carry out her plan which she had been plotting for weeks. Taking out a paralyses poison from where she hid it, gently and as smoothly as possible inserted it on Jonathan's sleeping form. He always had a drink before going to bed, that night though, he fell absolutely wasted. As the poison entered his lips, within seconds he awoke barely being able to breath. This chemical was mostly used on tortures, the target felt like breathing through a pipe but never lost consciousness or died. For what seemed like hours Jonathan writhed in agony barely staying conscious and suddenly the girl got the ring from his finger, looking at it melancholically for a moment then turning to him and saying:"As much as you liked this ring in life, you will forever carry it in death. A memento of who had the power in the end."- with that she shoved the ringed in his throat, watching him squirm for a few more seconds then darkness...
Stunning Weapon His cane which is a hidden single shot rifle rifle using R.I.P. bullets.
Sealing Weapon The black golden ring with a dark green gem on top. If you look at the gem closely, you can make hundreds upon hundreds of dark little shadows floating around.
Usually I dont accept real life images, but the profile is so damn good I'm happy to excuse it, welcome aboard, 8th member!
