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Hello all :) I've been RP-ing for about 15 years and these days nearly everything I write is through PMs. I'm getting back into this site after taking a break and am mostly looking at starting a few 1x1s but I might jump into a group RP if I'm tempted enough.
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Ivy watched the show of events before her unfold in silence, appraising them with a trained eye. She had arrived in Los Angeles close to a week ago and true to her career as a sniper, had been observing the hotel for the past four days, watching its comings and goings. Lying flat on her belly for endless hours at a time was no new experience to Ivy. Though this rather swanky part of the American metropolis did have its advantages over a cave in the Iraqi desert with the scorching sun beating down on her, that was for sure.
At present however, the young woman was sitting in a conference room with a handful of strangers - all of them dangerous. Though she wasn't perched on some rooftop, lining these individuals up with her rifle, ready to put a bullet through their heads, Ivy was still preforming exactly the same strategic observations she would have been doing were she in that position. Snipers were taught to read a crowd of people. Their actions, their voices, their facial expressions, everything they did had significance. Ivy's job wasn't always to just pull a trigger. Indeed, there was a lot to be said for how much reconnaissance information came from a single sniper camped out for weeks in some godforsaken crevice observing the behaviour of potential targets.
The clearest observation was that the three other individual in the conference room were also trained killers. Ivy was unsure of their identities, which meant they had never graced the scope or sight of her rifle. She listened as the Asian woman offered up their identities. She had heard snippets of the man named Hock from his dealing with the Italian mob, but Ivy knew far more on the other woman in the room. In the intelligence industry, of which Ivy had been MI6, Lee-Jameson was a legend. Ivy had felt a trickle of dread when she had revealed herself to be ex-CIA, but that faded immediately when she informed them of who she was.
That only left the young man to reveal who he was - which he preceded to do with quite the dramatic flair. Ivy raised an eyebrow slightly, mildly amused by the theatrics of the youngster. He couldn't have been in this game too long, she realised, not with that level of cockiness. Lee-Jameson could ooze confidence all she wanted, she had the credentials and resources to back it up - and not to mention the fearsome reputation. And like her, Hock had opted to keep silent during the proceedings.
The clogs inside Ivy's mind were turning. The job was simple enough. Simple enough that it in fact certainly didn't merit all four of them. So why bring them altogether on this job? Sure, this was their audition, Ivy knew that much, but what else? Was this their audition as individuals or was the infamous Red organisation testing their ability to work as a team? Putting a crack-team of agents together was no easy feat. A team had to be together in unison in everything single thing it did, or it would all fall apart at the seams. More importantly though, there had to be a strong chain of command. While this was mostly a non-issue in the military and intelligence services, criminal syndicates and their ilk had terrible problems with it. Looking around the room, Ivy would say the obvious leader was Lee-Jameson, though she hadn't ruled out Hock. The kid was too green and she doubted the others would tolerate taking orders from him. Herself, well she was used to taking orders, so why upset the apple cart? Yes, Ivy mused, best see how things play out...
At present however, the young woman was sitting in a conference room with a handful of strangers - all of them dangerous. Though she wasn't perched on some rooftop, lining these individuals up with her rifle, ready to put a bullet through their heads, Ivy was still preforming exactly the same strategic observations she would have been doing were she in that position. Snipers were taught to read a crowd of people. Their actions, their voices, their facial expressions, everything they did had significance. Ivy's job wasn't always to just pull a trigger. Indeed, there was a lot to be said for how much reconnaissance information came from a single sniper camped out for weeks in some godforsaken crevice observing the behaviour of potential targets.
The clearest observation was that the three other individual in the conference room were also trained killers. Ivy was unsure of their identities, which meant they had never graced the scope or sight of her rifle. She listened as the Asian woman offered up their identities. She had heard snippets of the man named Hock from his dealing with the Italian mob, but Ivy knew far more on the other woman in the room. In the intelligence industry, of which Ivy had been MI6, Lee-Jameson was a legend. Ivy had felt a trickle of dread when she had revealed herself to be ex-CIA, but that faded immediately when she informed them of who she was.
That only left the young man to reveal who he was - which he preceded to do with quite the dramatic flair. Ivy raised an eyebrow slightly, mildly amused by the theatrics of the youngster. He couldn't have been in this game too long, she realised, not with that level of cockiness. Lee-Jameson could ooze confidence all she wanted, she had the credentials and resources to back it up - and not to mention the fearsome reputation. And like her, Hock had opted to keep silent during the proceedings.
The clogs inside Ivy's mind were turning. The job was simple enough. Simple enough that it in fact certainly didn't merit all four of them. So why bring them altogether on this job? Sure, this was their audition, Ivy knew that much, but what else? Was this their audition as individuals or was the infamous Red organisation testing their ability to work as a team? Putting a crack-team of agents together was no easy feat. A team had to be together in unison in everything single thing it did, or it would all fall apart at the seams. More importantly though, there had to be a strong chain of command. While this was mostly a non-issue in the military and intelligence services, criminal syndicates and their ilk had terrible problems with it. Looking around the room, Ivy would say the obvious leader was Lee-Jameson, though she hadn't ruled out Hock. The kid was too green and she doubted the others would tolerate taking orders from him. Herself, well she was used to taking orders, so why upset the apple cart? Yes, Ivy mused, best see how things play out...
@baskets Given your character's history, I think it makes sense that she knows about the others.
Everyone, sorry I haven't posted yet, will try and get a post up this evening!
Everyone, sorry I haven't posted yet, will try and get a post up this evening!
*twiddles thumbs, waiting*
Hi there! Sorry about this, but seeing as how you guys have already started this off, I think I'll give it a miss. Have fun though :)
Full Name:
Ivy Rebecca Solomon
Ivy Rebecca Solomon
Nickname:
Inanna.
Meaning: “Lady of the sky”
Origin: Sumerian goddess
Inanna.
Meaning: “Lady of the sky”
Origin: Sumerian goddess
Age:
28
28
Gender:
Female
Female
Race:
Mixed Race
Mixed Race
Birthplace:
Camdem, London, England
Camdem, London, England
Weapon of Choice:
Arctic Warfare Magnum
AS50
Curved trailing-point knives
Brief History:
Ivy was born the middle daughter of a middle-class family in the borough of Camdem, London. Right from when she was very little, Ivy was a tomboy - despite her mother’s protests, but much to her father’s delight. Her favourite movie as a child was The Great Escape. Since first understanding the concept of the military, all Ivy wanted to do was enlist in the British Army. Her mother, knowing she could not sway her head-strong daughter, made her promise to finish her school education first. However, shortly after turning 16, Ivy’s mother died of Leukimia. Not wanting to be a burden on her father who had both her sisters to care for and support, Ivy enlisted that summer.
After a couple of years in the Army, serving mainly as a rear gunner on attack choppers, Ivy began training to be a sniper. Once her training was completed, she was deployed to Iraq. On her first tour, she was given the nickname “Inanna” by the camp’s translator and allied Iraqi soldiers.
Inanna was a Sumerian goddess and her name meant “lady of the sky, or heavens”. Sumeria was an ancient civilisation in modern day Iraq and Inanna was it’s most prominent female deity. Battles are referred to as “the dance of Inanna” and she alone is the only goddess who can travel to the underworld. Inanna was a powerful goddess who could force any man or god to into submission with her powerful dominance and strength.
The nickname was one Ivy was proud to have. She even got the symbol of Inanna, an eight-pointed star, tattooed onto the inside of her right wrist. This was the hand she pulled her guns triggers with. The sight would greatly comfort her.
Ivy served for three tours before she was recruited my MI6 to work for them as a sniper. Ivy had great faith in her government and was honoured to serve her country in any way she could, and so accepted. Fast forward four years and Ivy is one of the best snipers in the world, with a confirmed kill dossier larger than half the agents working for MI6. However, this is also where her life unraveled.
Shortly before turning 27, Ivy was branded a traitor upon returning to England after finishing a mission abroad. Having faith in the justice system, she did not flee. Her court marshall found her guilty of treason, she was stripped of her rank of Corporal, dishonourably discharged and sentenced to life in a maximum security, military prison. The charges against her were of selling secrets to various terrorist groups and criminal syndicates across the globe. Ivy, however, was innocent. A fact she soon realised her superiors, one of them a lover of hers, knew - they had set her up to take the fall for them.
Escaping custody and going on the run from the British government, Ivy found herself in Brazil. The Red ignited contact with her shortly after her arrival in South America, but Ivy was not interested in anything apart from clearing her name and returning home to her family. Her mind was changed when she came across a murderous landowner who was killing tribes of indigenous people in the Amazon rainforest. The landowner was the same man The Red had approached to to terminate. Seeing the terror and suffering the man was bringing upon innocent people, Ivy made the easiest decision she had ever made in her life.
After she had killed the man, The Red contacted her again. This time she accepted their offer.
Ivy was born the middle daughter of a middle-class family in the borough of Camdem, London. Right from when she was very little, Ivy was a tomboy - despite her mother’s protests, but much to her father’s delight. Her favourite movie as a child was The Great Escape. Since first understanding the concept of the military, all Ivy wanted to do was enlist in the British Army. Her mother, knowing she could not sway her head-strong daughter, made her promise to finish her school education first. However, shortly after turning 16, Ivy’s mother died of Leukimia. Not wanting to be a burden on her father who had both her sisters to care for and support, Ivy enlisted that summer.
After a couple of years in the Army, serving mainly as a rear gunner on attack choppers, Ivy began training to be a sniper. Once her training was completed, she was deployed to Iraq. On her first tour, she was given the nickname “Inanna” by the camp’s translator and allied Iraqi soldiers.
Inanna was a Sumerian goddess and her name meant “lady of the sky, or heavens”. Sumeria was an ancient civilisation in modern day Iraq and Inanna was it’s most prominent female deity. Battles are referred to as “the dance of Inanna” and she alone is the only goddess who can travel to the underworld. Inanna was a powerful goddess who could force any man or god to into submission with her powerful dominance and strength.
The nickname was one Ivy was proud to have. She even got the symbol of Inanna, an eight-pointed star, tattooed onto the inside of her right wrist. This was the hand she pulled her guns triggers with. The sight would greatly comfort her.
Ivy served for three tours before she was recruited my MI6 to work for them as a sniper. Ivy had great faith in her government and was honoured to serve her country in any way she could, and so accepted. Fast forward four years and Ivy is one of the best snipers in the world, with a confirmed kill dossier larger than half the agents working for MI6. However, this is also where her life unraveled.
Shortly before turning 27, Ivy was branded a traitor upon returning to England after finishing a mission abroad. Having faith in the justice system, she did not flee. Her court marshall found her guilty of treason, she was stripped of her rank of Corporal, dishonourably discharged and sentenced to life in a maximum security, military prison. The charges against her were of selling secrets to various terrorist groups and criminal syndicates across the globe. Ivy, however, was innocent. A fact she soon realised her superiors, one of them a lover of hers, knew - they had set her up to take the fall for them.
Escaping custody and going on the run from the British government, Ivy found herself in Brazil. The Red ignited contact with her shortly after her arrival in South America, but Ivy was not interested in anything apart from clearing her name and returning home to her family. Her mind was changed when she came across a murderous landowner who was killing tribes of indigenous people in the Amazon rainforest. The landowner was the same man The Red had approached to to terminate. Seeing the terror and suffering the man was bringing upon innocent people, Ivy made the easiest decision she had ever made in her life.
After she had killed the man, The Red contacted her again. This time she accepted their offer.
Lovely. Will have a character sheet up this evening.
Hi there. If there are still places going for this, I'd love to join.
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