"How are you feeling, Ms. Hilden?"
The girl, that did not look like a girl, reclined on the sofa, though the length of her legs meant that her feet hung off the armrest. She didn't look like a girl, though the intention of her attire was what was comfortable, not to deceive others about her gender or persuasion. Though it did mean that she wore a T-shirt and pants that made her look like a boy.
Her name was Spencer, lying down in her own house, listening to a lady psychologist's smooth tones who sat behind her sofa.
Spencer let out a little sigh, and rolled onto her stomach. A girl would have rolled on her chest, but Spencer was flatter than the ironing board she had in the kitchen.
"I still think a lot of weird things. Things that normal high school girls don't think of."
"Like regarding your former job?" The psychologist's words and facial expression remained kind, considering what Spencer's former job involved.
Spencer paused for a moment, to think her words through. There were things she still refused to say, even in the strictest of confidence. She never told her government contact that she sometimes thought about ways of killing annoying teachers. There were idle thoughts of students that disappeared in a heartbeat, and then there were the near-perfect plans and the untraceable execution of a former child assassin.
She knew they were unhealthy thoughts. But raising them up here directly was something that made her nervous.
"Yeah. It's boring."
"But I like my mask," Spencer mumbled with glazed over eyes. Her fingers held the handle of her cup of tea, though she never bothered to lift up the lukewarm cup in the last 10 minutes. The daydreams of the past were neither comforting nor revisionist, but she found them engrossing, anyhow.
She was just one of the few people in a cosy, clean and out-of-the-way English cafe, which had decorations that seemed like a boring view of the 1950s. A simple glance around the patrons solidified the view, to any passers-by, that this was a place for the English in America or Americans looking for a little English at home. Considering that the witness protection paid her a decent stipend and a guaranteed scholarship into a university of her choice, she could have picked somewhere else.
But no place could beat the feeling of an old cafe, just like the ones back home. Where deals were made, people were surreptitiously poisoned and bodies were dumped in the skips out back. Of course, none of these things happened in California.
The skips were called rubbish dumps over here. Other than that little mental joke Spencer made to herself, she didn't actually think anyone was being killed here.
She took a sip of the cup of tea, and her face twisted. It wasn't poisoned, but it might as well have been to her tongue. Whoever brewed this cup of English tea didn't care for how they added sugar and milk into it. If there was one thing dying here, it was probably her respect for the cafe. She continued drinking anyway, holding her expressions stiff and her eyes cold and emotionless. Like how she was trained to do. If emotions never showed up on her face, it was harder for them to sink into her heart. The training wasn't meant for withstanding bad cups of tea, but such skills made do in this times.
Spencer glanced out of the window, like a hawk watching for prey. It wasn't the look the girl was aiming for or wanted, but it was what she gave to the outside world. Her eyes darted inwards occasionally, though the only focus of her gaze for more than a few seconds was the head cheerleader girl. The girl that was built like a Olympic fetishist's dream, or to those that used names, Elena Moriarty, was the type of girl that drew Spencer's gaze. By reputation, Elena was both a prodigy and a potential professional athlete. Perhaps someone that could almost match her own skills, thought Spencer.
Though her face showed nothing, she chuckled within her heart. Assassins were one-of-a-kind, especially child assassins. What were the chances of another one, masquerading as a normal human being?
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And it also seems like she didn't react quite... appropriately to seeing a damn reptilian monster as well.
But soba makes some sense.
But soba makes some sense.
Get on IRC.
I just think there has to be some fields where Spencer is better than Elena, and vice versa.
And really, Moriarty?! That just seems so...
Spencer would face-palm once she finds out, and say something like, "Oh, I can't imagine how that wouldn't blow your cover."
And really, Moriarty?! That just seems so...
Spencer would face-palm once she finds out, and say something like, "Oh, I can't imagine how that wouldn't blow your cover."
I added some things in Spencer's skills called 'Specialities'. Because they are some things that you are good at, and some things you want to be the very best in.
Whoa. That's really really powerful. I think Spencer needs to step up her game.
My character.
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Name: Spencer Hilden
Age: 17 (probably. No exact birth date was given.)
Appearance:
History: Spencer's early history is unknown, but she recalls spending at least 6 years of her life in intensive physical and mental training as an assassin for the British firms. (British firms is a euphemistic phrase referring to organised crime groups in the United Kingdom.) Her first kill happened at the age of 8, when she shot a kindergarten teacher that was related to a local police captain. She would continue to make kills, roughly around 10 a year, and begun to make her own assassination plans when she was 10 years old.
When she was 13, she was moved to from London to Texas to assist the burgeoning British organised crime scene there. It was just a few days after that when she was ordered to assassinate the Undying Man. The Undying Man at the time was a local cash advance company owner by the name of Hubert Pratt who refused to pay protection money and was believed to be an informant for the local police. Spencer planned out the assassination of the Undying Man, but failed for obvious reasons.
Startled by her failure, and worried that her masters would punish her for it, Spencer called the FBI and turned state's evidence. 60 members of her former organised crime group were successfully arrested due to her testimony, and half of them executed for murder or conspiracy to murder.
Spencer would take a chance in the witness protection programme and was moved to California. She was rehabilitated in normal society by psychologists after a month, and has spent about 3 years in a normal life in school, living quite the normal life. Other than the fact that she hangs at the local police precinct a little too much and figures out a murder victim's cause of death usually before the actual autopsy happens.
Her cover story is that she's an overseas student from the United Kingdom, who was sent here on scholarship by her father. Almost everyone knows that Spencer is a girl.
An incident happened roughly a year ago, when a tree collapsed onto a school bus bringing Spencer's class to a museum. Spencer was the only one that escaped unharmed. (Everyone else was quite injured, though no one died.) She says that she got lucky. (In actual fact, she sensed the tree collapsed over the noise of the bus's mechanical rattling, dived out of a window just as everyone else was distracted by said tree, and pretended to be a little traumatised by its side.)
Skills:
Personality:
There are 2 sides to Spencer, the mask she wears as a high school student, and the cold assassin heart that she's trying hard to kill off.
As a high school student, Spencer is a princely high school student who revels in social interaction (especially getting admiration from the ladies), but ultimately has no people she can call close friends. She makes it a point to be admired by the girls. Adulation is perhaps a substitute for actual companionship, and feeling like she fits into school.
The cold assassin heart inside her hasn't gone away, though it's warming up slowly. Though she still analyses a lot of things from an assassin's point of view, she's a lot more cheerful about it, even though she won't say it to anyone she knows in school. However, she's quite worried about someone (in school) discovering her epic physical talents, so she almost always refuses to stand out in any physical activities.
Misc: Though the rules of Witness Protection ban her from owning a gun, she owns a wholly plastic modified Glock that can bypass metal detectors. This pistol has 17 rounds, and also can have a silencer attached to it.
Spencer doesn't carry around any weapons in school, but carries her concealed pistol otherwise.
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Name: Spencer Hilden
Age: 17 (probably. No exact birth date was given.)
Appearance:
History: Spencer's early history is unknown, but she recalls spending at least 6 years of her life in intensive physical and mental training as an assassin for the British firms. (British firms is a euphemistic phrase referring to organised crime groups in the United Kingdom.) Her first kill happened at the age of 8, when she shot a kindergarten teacher that was related to a local police captain. She would continue to make kills, roughly around 10 a year, and begun to make her own assassination plans when she was 10 years old.
When she was 13, she was moved to from London to Texas to assist the burgeoning British organised crime scene there. It was just a few days after that when she was ordered to assassinate the Undying Man. The Undying Man at the time was a local cash advance company owner by the name of Hubert Pratt who refused to pay protection money and was believed to be an informant for the local police. Spencer planned out the assassination of the Undying Man, but failed for obvious reasons.
Startled by her failure, and worried that her masters would punish her for it, Spencer called the FBI and turned state's evidence. 60 members of her former organised crime group were successfully arrested due to her testimony, and half of them executed for murder or conspiracy to murder.
Spencer would take a chance in the witness protection programme and was moved to California. She was rehabilitated in normal society by psychologists after a month, and has spent about 3 years in a normal life in school, living quite the normal life. Other than the fact that she hangs at the local police precinct a little too much and figures out a murder victim's cause of death usually before the actual autopsy happens.
Her cover story is that she's an overseas student from the United Kingdom, who was sent here on scholarship by her father. Almost everyone knows that Spencer is a girl.
An incident happened roughly a year ago, when a tree collapsed onto a school bus bringing Spencer's class to a museum. Spencer was the only one that escaped unharmed. (Everyone else was quite injured, though no one died.) She says that she got lucky. (In actual fact, she sensed the tree collapsed over the noise of the bus's mechanical rattling, dived out of a window just as everyone else was distracted by said tree, and pretended to be a little traumatised by its side.)
Skills:
Personality:
There are 2 sides to Spencer, the mask she wears as a high school student, and the cold assassin heart that she's trying hard to kill off.
As a high school student, Spencer is a princely high school student who revels in social interaction (especially getting admiration from the ladies), but ultimately has no people she can call close friends. She makes it a point to be admired by the girls. Adulation is perhaps a substitute for actual companionship, and feeling like she fits into school.
The cold assassin heart inside her hasn't gone away, though it's warming up slowly. Though she still analyses a lot of things from an assassin's point of view, she's a lot more cheerful about it, even though she won't say it to anyone she knows in school. However, she's quite worried about someone (in school) discovering her epic physical talents, so she almost always refuses to stand out in any physical activities.
Misc: Though the rules of Witness Protection ban her from owning a gun, she owns a wholly plastic modified Glock that can bypass metal detectors. This pistol has 17 rounds, and also can have a silencer attached to it.
Spencer doesn't carry around any weapons in school, but carries her concealed pistol otherwise.
Waiting on the rest of ya
Adell smirked at Terra's attempt to hold onto some form of pride, though the smile dropped when she questioned him. Such was the ways of the world. Despite living a life perhaps 20 times longer than the injured mercenary girl on the bed next to him, he could never hold himself in whenever people questioned his motives. Certainly, looking like a demon did bring some sort of cause for that. A few impure demons he met were quite cruel in disposition, but this sort of questioning struck a nerve in Adell's heart.
He stood up, his expression just as blank as his eyes.
"A 'thank you' would work very well. Just because the world has been gone to hell doesn't mean that you'll hate everyone and everything. It's ̨no̡t ͟évęr͝y fu͡ck̛ín̶g ͝d͡a̸y͏ ̵y̢o͞u҉ ̸h̨av̢e a͜ ͢ģu̡ardi͟an͢ ͠st̨o̕p̨pin̵g ͏you̧ ͡f͞róm̧ d͟yin҉g͝! Show some appreciation, Terra!" he lapsed into Demonic during the rant and never realised it.
Adell sighed and leaned back on his chair, staring at the ceiling. His thoughts cleared up a bit, and he thought he understood her point of view a little bit more. "I look like a demon, I do know. No one trusts demons on first sight. But I was human once. And I did saw the world end," he said with the enthusiasm of a deflated balloon.
He stood up, his expression just as blank as his eyes.
"A 'thank you' would work very well. Just because the world has been gone to hell doesn't mean that you'll hate everyone and everything. It's ̨no̡t ͟évęr͝y fu͡ck̛ín̶g ͝d͡a̸y͏ ̵y̢o͞u҉ ̸h̨av̢e a͜ ͢ģu̡ardi͟an͢ ͠st̨o̕p̨pin̵g ͏you̧ ͡f͞róm̧ d͟yin҉g͝! Show some appreciation, Terra!" he lapsed into Demonic during the rant and never realised it.
Adell sighed and leaned back on his chair, staring at the ceiling. His thoughts cleared up a bit, and he thought he understood her point of view a little bit more. "I look like a demon, I do know. No one trusts demons on first sight. But I was human once. And I did saw the world end," he said with the enthusiasm of a deflated balloon.
Throughout the hours the orc girl spent sleeping, Adell's attention shifted from her to the surrounding, then back to her and then elsewhere. While the lights in the room darkened, he fell asleep on his chair, though he didn't look the part from an outsider's point of view. Dalen had probably went off to sleep at some point throughout the day, and the prince considered it fortunate that no villagers came along that day to ask for healing.
He awoke gently when Terra spoke up, and turned his blank eyes towards her. He guessed that it looked a bit scary, but the girl didn't seem to notice or care that much about it. Or the fact that she was in a room, presumably alone, with a demon.
"Well, I did bring you out. You shouldn't have been going down there. Demon gate and such," he explained, making a smile that tried to pass off as genial, as much as a mouth with demonic fangs could.
He extended his hand towards Terra. "My name's Adell. Used to be human. Demonic corruption really messed up me."
He awoke gently when Terra spoke up, and turned his blank eyes towards her. He guessed that it looked a bit scary, but the girl didn't seem to notice or care that much about it. Or the fact that she was in a room, presumably alone, with a demon.
"Well, I did bring you out. You shouldn't have been going down there. Demon gate and such," he explained, making a smile that tried to pass off as genial, as much as a mouth with demonic fangs could.
He extended his hand towards Terra. "My name's Adell. Used to be human. Demonic corruption really messed up me."
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