Originating from schools of philosophy and scholars of ancient Europe, the Vellum Society is known for their mastery of intelligence networks. Made up of former spy group members throughout the world, from well known ones such as the MI6 and CIA, to the lesser known or outright unknown. The Vellum Society started in the 1900s, and gained traction following WWII, having origins with resistance groups in France and Nazi Germany occupied territories. They had at first started as an esoteric group that shared valuable books and scripts, but their methods of secrecy became useful for clandestine operations too. They only became an assassin group as of the early 2000s, making them just as new as the Gunners despite having a century of history behind them. They hope to gain a seat at the High Table to deepen their influence and control over Europe.

• Type: Information Brokers and Spy Faction
• Size: Unknown

A Triad branch group that has recently quickly risen in power. It is said that the head of the Xuanlong is the son of the current Triads representative at the High Table. This more shadowy leader operates very differently to their father, and seeks to create a new group with the power the High Table holds. Currently, the Xuanlong have an iron grip on South Korea, and so that is where they seek to separate themselves from the Triads. As of the untimely death Arriani, the Xuanlong have begun a bloody campaign of “cleaning South Korea”, which more accurately translates to removing any form of competition and consolidating their power, in hopes they may be picked.

• Type: Asian Mafia (Korean)
• Size: 3,000 as of 2021, numbers have risen greatly since then

The Gensais are one of the major Yakuza groups in Japan. Second only to the Yamagawa Clan, whose head has a seat on the High Table already. Ordinarily, the High Table frowns upon having multiple representatives from one crime faction at the table, however the Gensais and the Yamagawas are at odds with one another, and so an exception had been made due to the unusual circumstances. The Yamagawas control the Kansai region and all to the south, while the Gensais control primarily the Kanto region and some areas of the north. With a seat at the High Table they seek to solidify control of the north.

• Type: Yakuza
• Size: Estimated 11,000 strong with great concentration in Kanto and the northern parts of Chubu

A faction whose members are always 60, with each one representing a number from 606 - 666. They're a quick and dirty, highly skilled special ops style mercenary group. A lot of their operations take place in the Middle East and other war zones all over the world, employed as mercenaries, arms dealers, hitmen, and so on. Despite being such a small number of members compared to other crime factions, they possess massive tactical knowledge, and given the backgrounds of some of their members, are capable of toppling regimes all over the world, and have even been involved in many of them. They seek a seat at the High Table to expand their operations, and even the resources to make themselves more permanent headquarters.

• Type: PMC and Arms Dealers
• Size: 60 members at all times

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Name: Haruto “Harry” John Murray
Alias: Nickel Harry
Faction: Gunners 606
Gender: Male
Age: 33
Appearance:

Standing at 5’6”, roughly average height, Harry’s build can be generally considered stout, well-built more so than the average Okinawan. His black hair is kept short and neat in a side part, and he is exceptionally average in having absolutely no facial hair. A number of smaller scars can be seen about the man’s arms, generally puncture wounds and cuts from a number of events in the Middle East.

Personality:

Confident, competent, and seeing jobs as challenges rather than simple assignments to be completed, Harry is a naturally gregarious guy. He finds jokes in things that aren’t funny, optimism when things look dark, and opportunity for a job well done when things are going completely and utterly sideways. His times on the job, however, have given the man few opportunities to express this as he rarely has anyone with which to share such jokes with. Harry is also somewhat superstitious; there’s never a time when he doesn’t have a nickel in at least one pocket, and to not have a nickel is to invite fate against you.

Backstory:

Born in Okinawa, Japan to an American sailor and an Okinawan Bento driver, Harry’s early life had a few moves involved. Mom and he moved about wherever he’d get stationed, shift from one place to another, and by the time Harry had gotten to age twelve he’d been in Japan, Kuwait, Spain, and even a short time in Cuba. He learned how to make friends quickly as a kid, experienced a surprisingly little amount of hate from other military brats, and generally had a good childhood. He grew up wanting to do the same, though, wanting to go out and see the world, to do things. At age seventeen, he started looking through the different branches, where he might fit in, where he might see that world. His dad wanted him to go Navy - after all, to him it was one of the safest options, though of course he refused to entertain the thought of something like the Air Force for even more safety. That little rift grew to become something of a killer, and Haruto became slowly convinced that he wanted to take his life in his own hands. After scoring exceptionally well on the tests, as well as having a good background with public school grades, he went off to join the Marines as an 0311, infantryman.

His time through Paris Island was hard enough, and he gained that nickname of Harry which seemed to stick long, long after, but to him it seemed fun, almost. He loved the challenges, the energy of it all, the brothers you made, memories of a good time. Over the course of twelve years with the Marine Corps, the man deployed throughout the Middle East and Far East, as well as attended the USMC’s scout sniper school. His skills with the languages, which really came about as a byproduct of having time to kill, as well as his marksmanship would earn the attention of several members in Gunners 606 also serving in the area at the time. Fourth deployment would be when Harry was finally approached by one, and the offer they made intrigued him in many ways.

After his discharge, Harry spent a year still in the Middle East as an interpreter and bodyguard for several arms deals in the region. His operations with the organization following this would largely be as a cleaner, when Gunners 606 was forced to exit a portion of the Syrian market due to instability in the region threatening other more profitable deals. As a result, Harry liquidated a total of twenty-five individuals in the region, from leaders to suppliers, primarily using a network of informants to feed information to Syrian Army officials, directing strikes wherever needed whether that was the target itself or a different safehouse to force his quarry into the open. Since then, he has performed a number of services to the organization.

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Alias: Pale Tiger
Faction: Xuanlong
Gender: Male
Age: 29
Nationality: South Korean

Appearance:



Well manicured, Han is the product for the face of a slick Triad. With a pretty face you'd think he never got his hands dirty- but he has plenty of that to bother. Brown eyes, 6"0, ruffled hair, he looks every bit the boyband gritty product you could imagine. Except, a few scars and cuts across his chest, shoulders and arms mark that he's been fighting before. He has been there, done that, experienced it. A small plate of ink extends on his shoulder across his upper back and to the bottom of his neck, covering it in a variety of Korean Triad ink, demonstrative of his loyalty. This whole killing lark is aging him, yet in another way, he is yet to find himself. Well dressed, he'll usually wear a shirt and formal trousers to most thing with a suit jacket to boot, described further below.

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Personality:
Han has changed from the wildchild that held an angry grudge into a formal, cold, cynical killer. He does it because he's good. And he is pointed at that, pointed at the right people long enough to understand what he really wants. He isn't there for fun loving, he is there for professionalism, getting the job done, and being on time, on place. Something he never understood in the army or outside of this, he now gets inside. There is the code, there is discipline, and there are people that die. He is hard to entertain, but he'll let his guard down around those he trusts closest, and he'll let them in close.

Backstory:

Han was born in Sokcho, South Korea, and not being in the big steam of Seoul, got instead to grow up outside of where the money was and near the North Korean border in a sleepy environment in comparison. His youth was spent in misdemeanours as a result due to his parents not exactly being very stable and his lack of commitment to the school system, in and out of gangs, and the hope that Military Service would straighten him did nothing- even the ROK Marines couldn't truly break him, well, not all the way to reform him on return. He was a rascal, and put to work what he learned to work in small time street gangs to earn his bread.

Then all his friends got killed. And it left a mark. A chasm deeper than he thought would be fillable, but he'd try. So he killed the people that did it, knowing where to go, what to do, and how to make a carbomb and spray the place up. When they tried it on them, well, he'd go out fighting. And well, it kinda led to nothing happening. Turns out, he'd been extremely lucky to get on the right side of a Xualong Triad, who equally hated the shits for ripping off his business. He was offered a way out. Join, or get his head added to a mantelpiece.

Deals like that are nice. He worked honourably and did work for the Triad not just in South Korea, but in America, China, Thailand, Indonesia, even as far out as Dubai to help Chaebol interests that the Xualong nudged along to help with, looking the part of an executive officer. He Westernised a little, but well, the small-city Korean always lasted.

Whilst hating the Triads overlords together, Han will do what is needed to make sure the Xuanlong's place at the table is secure and make sure a Korean at least his hand on the table's influence. A place at the table is a position to do more good than bad. And Han has no qualms killing whoever steps in his way.

COMBAT STYLE
Overview: Han approaches work with a surgical, yet precise method. He will go in through the front door if he has to, but more often than not, he'll hit a flank and bring the power to it. Ex-Army means discipline, and Han is surgical- he works to fight another day and balances risk and reward. Han is a jack of all trades, gun-fu, weapons, swords, from both Army and street-wise training. As adept with his sword as he is his FiveSeven, Han brings a typical assassin's method to fighting, knowing when to switch it up when required like the great Mister Wick himself. Whilst perhaps some distance to that, it's a fighting style that never goes out of trait.

Skills:

Han has training from his time in the ROK's Marine Corps, and that makes him an adept shooter and fighter, much more willing than say, Elise in a firefight to deal with pressure. He'll shoot his marks, and do well, using Taekwondo and adapted Krav Maga to inflict hurt in hand to hand hand combat, or use his taught swordsmanship to bring metal to close bear.

Adept with tools, Han is no stranger to making his own devices when he needs it. Trained in explosives, Han has built carbombs, IEDs and the frag rounds he can equip for his USAS12. He's no engineer, but he can make shit blow up, if given the right tools.

Special Trait: Motorcycling is a talent carried by Han, and well, he can't not be riding a Yamaha R1. Even if it is the Yakuza's prefered mode, well, he can pull that off.

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Han loves to cook, and like with fresh cuts of tender Beef Bulgogi grilled over a traditional Korean barbecue, it's East meets West.

You dress for an occasion like a Korean barbecue, it's something more respected than a Western counterpart given it's communal and a little more valued- and Han keeps it western business, with a full navy blue suit and plum red shirt, Oxfords and a contrasting plum red tie. An Eastern colour for a Western dress. Lined with silicon carbide, Han is every part your salaryman, but being able to carry a fucking sword or K7 in one coat jacket and a pistol in the other works nicely for party occasions.

You start simple. A FN FiveSeven does the trick like his palate-clensing Sujebi soup, Sam Fisher's tool of choice and also his, the 5.7mm round punching nicely through armour when needed, even scaring silicon carbide plating, at the cost of flesh damage. A lightweight, compact, cutting edge polymer pistol, with a 20-round magazine, an integrated silencer and night sights, the weapon is light, effective, and smooth at warming you up.

Then the sticky rice, the pickled vegetables and cabbage, it's a lot but a classic to any Korean dish, traditional, modern, export, it works. A compact Daewoo K7 does the trick, a submachine gun built with an internal silencer, a 30 round mag with 9mm rounds, a foldable stock, and more importantly, is never not going to go down a treat.

Okay, the main treat. You came for barbecue. So you get it. A Unggeom, a Korean-sculpted, single-sided sword that comes with a titanium forged edge, a composite kevlar and steel cuff, and an ornate standoff, and whilst short, means it can be moved without revealing it. This is as Korean as it gets, and with a smoked wooden pommel, it's stunning.

And, well, okay, spices. Gojuchang Sauce is on the table. So is a USAS-12. They'll both tear you a new asshole. Not always needed and certainly not always carried, but well, appreciated in moderation. The shotgun then, it is exactly as tasty, and loaded with a 12-round, 12-gauge magazine, it will blow your socks off in the right dose. Add fragmentation rounds instead of buckshot, and this is the perfect anti-anyone tool you need this Christmas, because it pulps armour. Given how hard it is to get explosive buckshot, Han makes his own. Although, it is a ballache.

Desert? Admittedly, Korean food here lacks from a comparatively western palate, but fruit and rice cakes, coupled to what you just had usually do the trick. But if you need, a pack of steel-forged Korean knives, one pommelled for use in hand to hand and general murder, three for throwing in the direction of people you don't like.

Special Slot: Han is an owner of Maxwell, a large Czechslovakian Wolfdog adopted from a friend. A bit of a Western touch, but like him, he doesn't really play well with anyone, unless they are in close. Maxwell is well behaved even for a big wolfie, and seems to have an innate bark to him when he wants to talk. He also owns a Yamaha R1- and whilst not always able to get it to his Continental of choice, he'll try.

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Theme Song: Radiohead - Bodysnatchers

Likes:
Cooking
Hot Springs
Beer and Cherry Wine
K-Dramas (Crash Landing onto You is a standout)
Travel
Craftsmanship
Western Rock and Indie

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People who talk too much
Torture
People mistaking him for being Chinese
Cider and Vodka

Alias: La Rose Blanc / La Blanca Roja (The White Rose)
Faction: Vellum Society
Gender: Female
Age: 28
Nationality: Andorran / Swiss
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Elise is quite the stunner, and she may stick out in a room with her dress on, or choose to ghost you completely if she decides not to be seen. 5"3 in heels makes her short and compact, petite, yet able to make any impression due to the rest of her. A gentle hourglass shape toned from her physical time as an full time elite assassin and part time pole dancer, skiier and skydiver makes her stronger than most and well, she's not exactly shy in the departments that men will look at. Not that they spend long there, anyway. Elise has pale blonde locks, a definitively Germanic thing if you really couldn't tell, blended with Andorran and Catalan influences certainly making for a varied type of assassin. When she needs it, it'll turn heads, or when not needed, the hair otherwise tucked into a bun behind a cowl. If you're really lucky, she'll bleach it cherry red, a dark crimson for when she feels like well, a change of pace is needed, or a new crowd need to see a different her. Cherry red lips, a little mascara, a teeny touch of skin softener, with a necklace and a couple of rings, she's looking like someone that completes the package of a Velum Society's spy, pour femme.

Often times you'll see her in a cherry red dress, but more likely than not on a job, she's an infiltrator and spy for hire wanting to avoid parties altogether. She'll be wrapped up in a tight black wetsuit-like getup lined with silicon carbide and a few ballistic plates, carrying little in the way of anything, but make no mistake. She's a vixen that knows how to use military kit, and even if she may not be one for long firefights, she'll still have the ability and talent to make it work and put herself out there without getting battered.

Voice Claim: Ana de Armas

Personality:

Fiery on the outside, cold on the inside, hungry always. Elise is greedy, and wants it all, and has been kicked in the face enough times to learn that sometimes that the path to victory isn't a clean one. But if you want it more, then you'll just have to take it off them. She's solitary, with a pretentious face to pay lip service to some of her friends and manipulate and twist whatever she can. She prioritises the job and while she'll enjoy herself at that party, don't ever think she won't turn that switch. Anyone who's dealt with her will know that she'll be pretty, but like any siren, you watch yourself because she'll come to you in the night, or there and then. You don't know. Fearless, and driven by a pure desire to be the best at what she does and to indulge in secrecy, she loves the feel, and well, wants to advance the society that has now accepted her and she feels obliged to just put her talent to use for because.....it is kinda entertaining. And she is stubborn to that avail. The high life is what she loves and you couldn't take it away from her. She'll let in a select few, but well, if she does, she'll only then tell you how honestly, you should be careful.

Backstory:

Born to a Swiss banker and his Andorran ski instructor wife, Elise was born in Geneva, Switzerland, but spent most of her time growing up in the other mountain village of Ordino in Andorra, living in a mansion whilst her father dodged the shit out of taxes. She went to private school, and well, learned a few seedy secrets, but spent it in the mountains, doing gymnastics, skiing, paragliding and all sorts of things a little princess like her would do. Her father was hustling money out for terrorist organisations, and her mother was only so happy to be happy with this. Aged 15, Elise called him out on it. And wanted in. It sounded cool. And she wanted not to sit there like a spoilt brat, but be stubborn and do something. Like James Bond? Sure.

And she got it. With contacts that Elise's father had, she joined the Swiss Army and was told to toughen up, and after getting the living shit kicked out of her and given the treatment of being wrong (something Elise's stubborn nature of course, wouldn't live down), again, because her father wants best for Elise, she carried on and persevered. That turned into a life of suddenly merging that with a degree in International Relations, whilst connecting with members of the Swiss Intelligence Services through third-hand contacts of her father.

At this point, Elise was a little socialite. Getting all the secrets from her skiing friends, the high society of Europe, and she got to know so, so much. A broker of information, but well, she had to find out more. So, working in intelligence, she learned how to be a bit more. Put it all together, and killing people isn't as far away a step as you think it is. She worked in embassies at first, but bit by bit, she was asked to get closer to people. And then, when no backup was there, do damage. Elise is of course, able to turn off that part of her brain that tells her this is wrong, because well.....the strong must step on the weak. And she is not wrong. In a game like this, that was how it went.

And she was very good at it. For the first time, daddy's little queen was out murdering, and getting seriously juicy intel and blackmail. Of course, you didn't fucking use it, no, you sold it to someone who DID want that, and patted down your gloves and went back skiing again. It was an awesome little gig. It was something she did gracefully, until well, one day, she killed a man spilling the juiciest of them all.

Vellum Society isn't exactly a private Soho Club, even if it might have people in them, you wouldn't exactly find it easy. But she had some dirt on one of their members from a friend of a friend, a rumor that well, sounded too good to miss out on.

Now, that doesn't happen often that you outdo the very society trading in secrets, but when one of them's facilitating deals they shouldn't be making with the 'ndrangheta because they think they can get away with it, sometimes an outsider likes to take a risk. So she used him to force an invite to meet some more, making it clear what she knew.

And when she was in, she then outed him, killed him in what looks like a Murder-Suicide that nobody wants to get even close to because of how bloody it is, and well, everyone very quickly forgot that Elise had been recommended by this man because well, look at her. She's hot, works for the literal people who are the best at silence, was of the Swiss Intelligence Bureau, and supplies a good pipeline of secrets, and would be just perfect as a replacement. Like the fact he was dead, hell, success- nobody would miss that sack of shit. Two years of working in the Society has got her into a very nice position, and whilst she has more to climb, she's right where she wants to be at the start of the 30 days.

And now? Elise is the pretty face that will kill her way to the top. Who knows, how far she may go....

COMBAT STYLE
Overview:
Elise has two modes.

Quiet, or loud. If she's quiet, then you'll never see her. She'll stay in the shadows, using her gymnastic ability and skills to find you, hunt you, kill you, staying in the shadows and working as covertly as possible. The Red Rose hides, dances and moves smoothly.

When things are loud, she's got gun-kata like any men, and while not having the straight up power, she does have the gymnastic ability to almost dance, hop and leap around, like it's a ballet to her, yoinking, turning, and running, even if she isn't the fastest, she still gets it out. Ballet doesn't excuse getting hit in the fucking face, but still, it works when it works and she can maneuverer around slick and smoothly.

Skills:

Elise is a masterful seductress, assassin, and general menace. She may look hot but she is a siren, and her targets who don't know her yet will know in time. She'll eat men alive, well, apart from the really scary ones. She doesn't come swinging for them in public, at least, she prefers not to.

Experience with weapons, sport, generally being fearless, Elise is stubborn and will wear that hard on her sleeve. She knows what she wants, she is focussed, and she'll manipulate anyone in her way to get it. She doesn't really have many real friends. Just people she needs, and doesn't. So it ties all up for a master assassin like her to be what she is when she's fighting in the shadows or on the ballroom floor.

A stealth expert, she blends into the background, working in the shadows and using her agility as a gymnast, pole fitness and her other adrenaline hobbies to get around to places most can't reach. She is a ghost at work, and has very little in the way of remorse when she's at work. When things go hot, she may not be the best firefighter, but she can do her gun-fu in her fashion, swerving and moving fast, using Krav Maga and other moves to flip the script on enemies bigger than her, through wits rather than strength. She has no preference to close or long range firepower- she's a jack of all trades. Imagine your Sam Fisher type character- a teeny bit of hacking here and there, and a little bit of spycraft, and well, she makes it click.

Lastly, she's a social manipulator. She's very good at what Velum Society adore- secrets, trading them and fucking people over. She would blend in perfectly at a casino in Monaco, and she can talk for hours, convince you she's your friend, and screw you over. She is almost beyond natural at this, and the story, everything about her, you'd buy. And if you knew the stories, well, you know to not fall for it.

Her very European background makes her capable of speaking English, Catalan Spanish, French, German and even a tiny bit of Italian. She has seduced men in all four languages so far. She's Duolingoing her way to five.

Special Trait:
Fearless. Elise is not one to shy away from an interesting insertion, or exit strategy. Part of her work as an assassin means she has learned how to deal with verticality, or difficulty in access- especially in mountains, well, you may as well be fucked then. With the right equipment, be it a wingsuit or skis, she'll get there. Extravagant or not, she'll find a way to a target.

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Elise, being a lady of high society, likes her gourmet food and Switzerland has so much to offer, yet her Andorran side can't help but like a bit of Tapas, with a side of the best wine from Catalonia. They say money doesn't affect wine. People haven't tried what she has in her wine cellar. And also, fusion cooking comes to mind. Like the minx she is, she mixes and it will leave her guests stunned with a meal to die for.

An old classic tune comes on, and the armoury isn't so much a dark room, but a clean, modern worktop in a ultra-modern kitchen with a mountain view, Pyrenees or Alps, you decide.

Backing Music

For a hor d'oeuvres, it has to be Swiss. The Sig Sauer P320, chambered in .357 SIG. Like the fine artistry of gently melted goopy Swiss cheese paired with crackers, the caliber and hollow point ammunition sort of has the same effect on people too when it hits. 11 rounds, but she makes them work, with the Osprey silencer on the end and the gun-metal grey pistol having a flared magwell, ergonomic grip and a small laser under the barrel for precision shooting, and a mini Aimpoint red dot optic clasped on the slide for precision shooting.

Cheese and crackers, well, that is nothing without Wine. There's a beautiful, crisp and sparkling Cava Penedès, a Catalan white vintage that never, ever gets old and shouldn't dare be compared to Champagne or Prosecco. Neither does the feel of the various throwing knives, six in total, that Elise carries. Petite, but sharp, and thrown with precision and venom, leave you feeling just balanced.

A main course? Well, tapas leaves much to be desired, but you need a meat course, because....you wanted to go to Spain and you seriously thought you'd not eat meat? Well. Do you go for the Albóndigas meatballs, a classic, like an Heckler and Koch MP5SD6 with a foldable stock, the classic nine millimetre integrally suppressed to special forces perfection?

Or maybe, the Paella, spicy yet mixed, like the kick of a highly customised SIG MCX VIRTUS with a compact folding stock, intergrally suppressed, 14" barrel, firing 6.8 mil caseless ammunition with a EOTech Holographic and Magnifier combo?

Or, do you go for Pincho Moruno, the Moorish Spike of pork and lamb because you're an experienced little rascal, rather like the MacMillan CS5, internally suppressed, 10 round magazine firing .300 ammunition with a Schmitt and Bender variable zoom optic.

Then Patatas Bravas. Of course. You didn't come to Tapas without eating this. A forged steel dagger, it's almost like a short sword, except exceptionally double edged and the sort of thing that catches some people who try off guard. She's not a master with it, but it gets the job done, just like everyone's favourite potatoes.

Lastly, desert. Sugary, sweet. Churros. Like carrying two flashbangs and a smoke grenade, you may not always want them, but you sure as shit need them when you have them to hand.

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And last but not least, an aperitif. The cocktails. Like, an Aperol Spritz. Bright, and you can't imagine anything but the Alps with that sort of drink. It'll make you fly.

Elise is not one to much around the bush. She'll bring along whatever tool she needs for a fast extract, or insertion, so she will keep this handy over anything else when the time's right. Her favourite? She's got a red wingsuit and parachute, and whilst not so stealthy, she doesn't see the waste in keeping another set of equipment when she's usually leaving a party with it on.

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Theme Song: ROSALÍA - LA FAMA

Likes:
House, Dance and Electronic Music
Cooking
Gossip
Skiing
Skydiving
Adrenaline (generally)
The Thrill of the Chase
Extraversion

Dislikes:
Shy People
Excessive firefights
Lack of Adventure
Desk Work
Anything involving a meeting

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