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Kind of WIP, but I don't want to hold up this RP, and its pretty close to completion anyways


Name: Derek Mann 

Group: None, Independent

Position in group: Senior Assassin (not actual position, just experience level)

Codename: The Angel (More like a nickname)

Age: doesn’t know, claims to be in early twenties, but looks younger.

Appearance: 5’8, lean but solid build, dirty blonde hair and light brown eyes.  Can be seen wearing a number of different outfits.  Under his main identity he wears casual cloths, a hoody, jeans, sneakers.  On the job he dons navy blue sweats and a navy blue hoodie, underneath the hoodie he has a bulletproof vest and he wears a gas mask and the hood of his hoodie to conceal his face.  For footwear on the job he wears steel toed boots, navy blue of course.   

Personality: Derek is the kind of person who unintentionally puts up a false front in regards to his personality.  He seems to be cold, quiet, lazy, dull and half asleep all the time.  That's what almost everyone who knows him sees him as.  He sees himself is in fact sharp in body and in mind, always alert and ready to react to a situation if he needs to.  He is also by no means cold or quiet either, his roommate, who is frequently annoyed by knows that much.  Also, though he does not display much of an interest in day to day living, he is not lazy at all in terms of his job.  He diligently works to gather information and cautiously plans out hits, although he does like to go in gung-ho once in a while, it is uncommon for him to do so.

   On and before jobs, Derek, plans his hits to be as efficient as possible, and is ruthlessly cold in executing them (no pun intended).  He mostly targets those who have committed grave sins, or those who his sponsors have requested.  When he does a hit on his own, he usually does so because he knows that he can acquire extra funds from those who he has targeted.  Aside from that, he doesn't accept money from anyone else besides his sponsors.  He is a very peculiar assassin.  

Background: It is as if he was fated to be what he is today, a killer.  He was born for the purpose of killing, he was raised for the purpose of killing, and when he was finally free all he knew was killing.  It wasn’t necessarily bad though, it paid the bills, was exhilarating and its not like he was alone either.  He had people on his side, a sponsor, and behind him, a group, which would give him money, weapons, new identities and information in exchange for using his skills to run some “errands” and complete risky and/or sensitive “jobs”. 

    He tried to avoid the different assassin communities that started popping up as his stay at the city grew longer and he did have some close encounters with them from time to time.  He however was always able to avoid confrontation and keep his identity hidden.  He lived like this from a young age in the city for seven years until he finally received a job from his sponsors to do some research on the organizations of assassins which reside in the city.  Though it unnerved him, he could not turn down this request, not from those who helped him in his time of need.  

Leisure activities: Can usually be seen wandering the city, either stalking someone, staking out a location or just to take it all in.  He likes to visit different restaurants and typically eats an inhuman amount of food in order to recharge his energy.  He also enjoys finding quiet and serene places in the city where he can relax and listen to music.  When he is at home he is usually tinkering, reading, plotting his next hit/raid or simply delving into his own thoughts.

Extra: -Has safe houses in each district except the first
       -Has a diverse set of skills which he developed over the years in which he lived in the city
       -Has multiple Identities which he utilizes in hits
       -Currently attending college 
       -Has already made a small fortune
       -Eyes occasionally glow red
       -Just like the the different groups, he too has become an urban legend, though less known and is much more obscure, he was given the nickname, The Angel, though among the actual community of assassins in the city, the urban legend of "The Angel" is widely known.

    Nemo stayed at the church for a while, inspecting the remains of the robot that was before him.  He did this for a while and before he knew it it was dark outside and one of the people who tended the church politely asked him to leave "OK" he replied drowsily.  The kid got up, gathering his supplies and drudged out of the church.  His visible eye was half open at this point and he slouched as he slowly moved along the streets of the town.  "What to do, what to do" he said, his stomach growled "Food, shelter, I don't want to sleep on that damn metal hammock again".  He was sort of acting like a pansy at this point.  He continued along for a while "Inn" he said to himself as he decided that he was going to use some of his funds to purchase food and rent a room.  He walked into a tavern and saw some of the people that were also called by the oracle.  He ignored them and sat down.  His bag and walking stick fell to the floor as he took his seat and he slouched down resting his chin on the counter that was before him.  His half open yellow eye, which had a slit pupil and a slight glow stared at the bartender  "Food please" he said, monotone and disinterested.  The bartender took his order and walked off.  The boy then closed his eye and began to focus  "I wonder where that dragon is" he wondered

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