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~Gakuen Kill: Academy of Assassins~

@TheWindel
edit:luv u 2

Titans East: United We Stand

@Alan HawkeAaaahh, metal gear solid 4, the game you get to stare at Snakes old man ASS the entire way through.

~Gakuen Kill: Academy of Assassins~

@WaddleDaisyMay I suggest a scalpel for the creepy factor?~

Final Fantasy X: The Final Atonement

surprised no one's posted yet. I dont want to quite yet since we working on deets.

Titans East: United We Stand

~Gakuen Kill: Academy of Assassins~

@WaddleDaisy What a bae. Though, the needles step on Jun a little bit. Would you mind possibly reconsidering that aspect into something else? I'm none of the GMs so if you want to shove a pie in my face and tell me to step the front door off then is cool.

~Gakuen Kill: Academy of Assassins~

~Gakuen Kill: Academy of Assassins~

"They call me crazy, looooooop, Gotta gotta be crazy, loooooop..."

The sound of singing came from beneath a parked old-style station wagon as a pair of well-dressed leg were poking out from underneath it. On his back, a gold haired man sang along to an old song he put on from his phone, which sat beside his head. He sang along as he worked in a thick Korean accent, fiddling with a thick device. He paused in his song to take something out of a wrapper that was to his right, mumbling to keep up the rythm.

"Gotta geta l...o mum i try... mmmhmmnnm GOTTA GOTTA BE LONELY, OH OH OH, mmmaa---"

Just when he was able to pick the song back up and he was pressing a sticky material to the unweildly object resting on his abdomen, his phone stopped its song when it was interrupted by his ringtone. He took a quick glance at the phone, its light reflecting in his dark sunglasses, and pressed the answer call button, then turned on speakerphone as he turned back to his work, speaking in fluent Korean.

"Auntie, You shouldn't call when I'm on a job..." He kept his smile on, though his tone was distracted as he kept focus on what he was doing.

"Eeeh?" The voice of his middle aged aunt responded, sounding surprised and mildly disgusted. "You're still working on that job? Aren't you going to be late for the assembly at school?" The man puffed up his cheeks. Hmph.

"Not my fault the contractor wanted a bomb of all things on this guys car. Can you believe it, a bomb? Like we're in godfather or some shit. I'll have to doublecheck my skill sets listed on the webpage, because seriously theses guys didn't even give me enough money to buy the good sticky-clay." As he said this, the clay he had taken from the packaging was properly placed on the explosive and pressed to the underside of the vehicle. He held it there for a few seconds, fretting that it might come off.

"Watch your language."

"Sorry, Auntie. 'Like we're in Godfather or some... shit.'" He ended his sentence with a giggle, eliciting a sigh from his Aunt at his refusal to tidy up his vocabulary. He wiggled his way out from under the car, leaving the wrapping behind but reaching under once he was out to retrieve his phone. He sat with his back against the car, phone pressed to his ear and off of speakerphone. "Look, I'm okay, it just took me a while to do since I don't care for demolition or practice it, ya know? Not my thing."

"Well, I'm happy that you got a job nonetheless." His aunt sighed again. She was just worried about him. "Get to the school. You're probably missing out on... whatever assassins in training do for fun. Honestly, an academy for assassins, how ingenious! It removes the need for complete training when you enlist as an agent." He continued to smile patiently. She could go on like this for hours about her thoughts on the matter of an assassin academy, but she seemed to hold herself back. "Anyways, I just wanted to call and tell you good luck on your first day. I love you, Jun." He grinned at that.

"I love you too, Auntie. I'll do great." And with that, the call was ended. Jun stood up and dusted himself off before stretching and starting to walk away towards where he had parked his own car. He got into his sleek, shining black vehicle and opened his bank account on his phone. Hmm. They hadn't payed him yet. Well, he guessed, not everyone payed up fr--

The car he had just hooked up exploded not far away, and a burning hand landed on his own cars windshield. He chuckled and turned on the windshield wipers, which knocked the hand to the ground beside the car. Just then, a small 'ping!' came from his phone and caused him to look down. His account had just filled with credits for the kill. How efficient. Turning his car on completely, he sped away from the scene after turning on the radio, singing along in english to his favorite song just as it came on.

"It's not unusual to be LOVED by anyone...~"

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Jun stepped onto campus, or rather, onto the center of campus and looked around, smiling in search of anyone nearby. A curious 'Hmph!' came from his throat as he looked around, his glasses having been pushed up onto his head, which in turn had pushed his golden-colored hair back into a slicked look. Odd, where was everyone? He scratched his chin as he blatantly ignored the sound of chaos coming from the auditorium. He shrugged. Oh well! Guess that meant that he had first pick of the dorm rooms. He shoved his hands onto his pockets, whistling 'It's not unusual' as he started walking to what he assumed must be the dorms going by the building structure.

~Gakuen Kill: Academy of Assassins~

@TheWindel
Thanks Windy. Hyped to get started

~Gakuen Kill: Academy of Assassins~

Name:
Jun Uk

Nickname:
"I must say, I have not decided on one yet, ahahaha~ Perhaps an appropriate one shall come to me soon."

Age: 17

School Year:
Third, Transfer student

Gender:
Male

Appearance:


Jun, standing about 5'9, is never without a warm smile on his face. His hair is a golden-blonde, his eyes a very light brown with their own golden flecks going across them; which are accented by his long dark eyelashes. He dresses very nicely as someone coming from money, his attire often being a dress shirt and vest with a tie, as well as dark pants and dress shoes. When outdoors, he dawns sunglasses when appropriate. From under the folds of his vest, there are a few belts that holster his weapon of choice against his person.

Nationality:
Korean-American

Personality:
Jun is a pacifist. He finds fighting, well, messy for lack of a better term and looks down on the art of engaging in combat when taking his preferred methods of removal into consideration. He loves spending the time reading books, making tea, cooking and baking. He's a splendid conversationalist and loves people, though he usually knows when to stop talking. The pleasure he takes in relaxing only matches up to his hobby of strategizing; which is also quite laid back considering he's mapping out how to kill someone. He is a very generous, chivalrous person who always looks on the bright side no matter how bleak a situation may be.

Bio:
The son of two spies from their own respective countries, Jun and his family lived on the run from assassins for several years after his birth. Whenever possible, they would train Jun with what they knew; giving him the tools necessary to survive. When he turned 8 years old, his family couldn't run from their fate anymore and gave Jun to his aunt, who was working with the Korean Intelligence Agency at the time. For betraying both of their countries, his parents were executed by means of lethal injection. Heartbroken, his aunt quit her job and took Jun with her to a lavish secluded home in a valley, away from prying eyes. Even as she grieved, Jun remained happy, if not somewhat haunted.
He decided that, to keep her going, he would never stop smiling. He told her that he understood that this would happen, as his parents had told him what would happen long ago, and he had accepted it. While his aunt was grieving, she agreed to help Jun when he asked her to help him finish his training, choosing syringes as his weapon in honor of his parents deaths. For years, she put him through her own knock-off version of what the Korean Intelligence Agency had taught her, and what she remembered her brother, his father, had been taught as well. As Jun grew, he was also taught to appreciate the simplicities of life and basic manners. He has started his career as an assassin, taking pride in how clean his work is, and decided to enroll in the academy in order to sharpen his skills further, and eventually kill the director of the CIA where his mother worked, as well as the head of the Korean Intelligence Agency. All with a smile, of course.

Weapon:
A myriad of different Poisons, administered by Syringes

Equipment:
-Belt with dozens of different holters
-Which are filled by dozens of syringes
-Also carries chemical bottles filled with poisons and toxins
-Sunglasses

Skills:
-Deft hands and Fast Reflexes
His hands move faster than an average persons, helps to administer and inject poison better. Very agile and able to dodge things most people wouldn't.
-Kick Boxing
Helps when your weapon doesn't allow for hand to hand combat. Quite skilled in kickboxing. CQC.
-Baking
Have you TRIED his apple turnovers? AH-MAZING.
-Disarming
Combined with the Fast Reflexes, can easily disarm someone attempting to attack him head on. He has also practiced dismantling a gun, and completely discombobulating complex weapons.

Other:
-Takes naps in the sun frequently
-Taking up contracts currently while still in school
-His aunt was quite rich, though he makes most of his own money these days and also has a hobby in shopping.