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The Aeos Hotel is well-known for hosting events more than being a hotel. Recently the up and coming company, known only as Enigma, has requested that a certain number of room as well as one of the even halls, be left empty for their use. The monetary incentive while the rooms were not in use was enough for the hotel to agree to the request.

The government did not like this.

Enigma is the keystone in an investigation started by the government's law arm. Attempts at a court case have failed, as has standard espionage. But booking the hotel has given them an in. Things have moved to their black ops team, who will be staying in two hotel suites booked on the government's money with assumed names. Computers were secreted in along with other sensitive equipment before the four man team was dispatched. Project A.

The government isn't the only one interested in Enigma.

A collective has been following the work done by Enigma and contracted a group of mercenaries in order to do the same work as Project A. This team, better known as Project X, has been provided with an unlimited budget and detailed information about Enigma's illegal dealings. One hotel suite is theirs to use as they spy and steal for their employers.

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Sylvester Tanner

Project X :: Seducer

AGE :: 30

PHYSICAL DATA :: With his lithe figure and ash-brown curls it's easy to see why Sylvester is often likened to the handsome statues of the Greeks. His attractive features are a blend of the effeminate and the masculine; his tall figure (he stands at five foot eleven) is accentuated with long fingers and a pretty face yet he is built like a man, not a boy.
Generally he wears whatever is suitable for the job, but when he isn't working Sylvester favours simple yet smart clothing - preferably without buttons.
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PSYCHOLOGICAL DATA :: Sylvester has always been good with people. His secret? He likes to watch them. It's astounding how much you can learn about someone just by watching them for ten minutes. Also, listening; it's good to pay attention. Of course, this quiet demeanor creates an air of mystery to him that attracts people, drawing them near. He can make that mysterious quality play to his advantage, enticing people close with promises of danger, excitement, comfort...whatever floats their boat. From there on, everything is an act, played with the art of seduction. He'll do exactly the right thing, say exactly the right words to make you drop your guard (and usually your pants, too).

Yet although he opens his body to anyone, his heart is closely guarded. For Sylvester, sex and love are two different things and he refuses to let the two mix. He has already given his heart to someone and he doesn't intend to change his mind, though he is struggling somewhat with his developing feelings with another of his team. Though he doesn't consider sleeping with others to be disrepectful to the man he loves, becoming attached to another would be sacrilege.

CIRRICULUM VITAE :: Sometimes, when he's alone and nursing a glass of brandy, Sylvester wonders what his life would be like if he had done things differently. It has always seemed to him that there was a turning point - a fork in the road, if you will - and that he took one path whilst another Sylvester, his parallel, took the other. One good path, one bad...but which was he trundling down? He's almost certain that it's the bad one.

His upbringing is of little importance. Sylvester's childhood was pleasant, his family rich, and his education beneficial. However, due to an 'unfortunate event' whilst he was a university student, he ended up on trial. As his father was a successful lawyer he called in a favour with a friend who defended Sylvester's case. Although his sentence was reduced, Sylvester was still convicted for manslaughter.

Soon after entering prison Sylvester met Sam, a highly respected man who was the 'boss' of a group of convicts that he called 'His Boys'. Whenever there was trouble, it would be Sam's boys who solved it and in return for keeping the peace, the Wardens turned a blind eye to most of his indiscretions. Though he was reluctant, Sylvester became Sam's lover. The perks were good; He had no trouble from the other convicts and got the occasional 'gift' from time to time, a token of Sam's affection. Eventually his reluctancy dissipated and Sylvester was happy to spend time with Sam. He was in love.

His five years were up and Sylvester was heartbroken that he had to leave. He promised Sam that he would be waiting when the other man was released, even though it would be many years before that day came. Sam simply smiled and pulled him close, making use of the last day that they would have together.
A few months after leaving prison he received a phone call from the laywer who had defended his case. The man said that a contact of his was interested in employing Sylvester for his 'natural skills'. At first Sylvester declined, but when the man phoned back a month later, he accepted. There was little work available for an ex-convict, and besides...he was curious.

That was when he was drafted into Project X, where he found that his 'natural skills' were his ability to read and interact with people. His first mission objective both shocked and disgusted him, but with some coaxing and the prospect of decent wages, he begrudgingly took part. It was surprisingly easy. He employed the same tactics he had done with Sam - except that instead of opening himself up to his targets, he would shut himself off. Over time he had become so guarded that his work spread to his personal life, to the point where he was rarely alone in his own bed (or anyone else's, for that matter).

Swifteh

Dante Deus

Project A :: The Commanding Officer
AGE :: Twenty-Six

PHYSICAL DATA :: [x]

One of the first things you may notice about Dante is his strange eyes. His right eye appears to be the same as a child born with a severe form of albinism, except he isn't albino at all. And his left eye is a beautiful sky blue. Most people tend to write it of as something had happened by accident, a training incident that backfired. But, in reality, he was just born with those eyes. His skin is a soft mocha color, tan enough to be considered anything but white, which is why most doctor's that do know about the eye condition, find the condition to be more the unusual. His skin also appears to be very flawless, except for a scar on his lower back, he isn't sure how it got there, but its a very large scar on his back that doesn't seem to ever actually heal. And, as you can clearly see, he has a tattoo on the left side of his cheek, it looks like a crooked scythe of some sort. Or an estranged question mark, no one can really tell, seeing as how his hair is usually in the line of vision. Speaking of his hair, it is often confused with white. But, in reality, his hair is actually just a very light shade of blond, true enough. It is also long enough to barely touch his shoulders, though it may seem longer because it is feathered out on the ends.

It also appears to be soft to the touch, which it is...no, he won't tell you what kind of shampoo he uses, don't ask. He stands at six foot and four inches with his steel toe boots on, and subtract two inches when he isn't wearing them. His clothes appear to be a uniform of some sort, he will usually wear dark colors. But, you will almost never see him without his Black Doc Martens, ten hole steel-toed boots, with yellow stitching. I guess now I should also tell you that he tends to wear fingerless gloves made of black leather, eh...who knew~? Now I'll just skip to the smaller detail's about Dante's appearance. His left ear contains three piercings, going along the ear, nothing too fancy there. He also has a piercing on his nose, also on the left side. The very last detail is his Labret piercing; a piercing that is below the bottom lip, and above the chin. It is sometimes referred to as a "tongue pillar."

PSYCHOLOGICAL DATA :: Personality wise, he hasn't changed much from when he was twenty, or twenty one. He was cheerful on the surface, always greeting everyone with a sincere smile, and a wave of his hand. But don't let that fool you, if you do something he doesn't like, he will frown and probably give you a fair warning before actually doing anything. But, there was one person that angered him to the point of actually causing him to shoot them with poison bullets. And, for at least three minutes, he watched as the twitched around on the floor, green foam spilling from their mouth, before he actually gave them the antidote. But, he really is a nice guy, very calm and level-headed...he tends to remain calm even in the most chaotic situations. The only actual time you will notice his paranoia run away with him, is when he is eating a candy cane. That is when it may be best to speak in short and sweet sentences, as not to irritate him. Also, he tends to be a born leader now, he takes charge when the others get out of hand, he also seems to be a pretty good judge of character, and don't think he isn't watching his own men very closely.

Especially that "Gentlemen," he can't quite put his finger on it, but sometimes he doesn't fully trust him, then again...at the same time, he does. Its strange how he distrusts him, and trusts him at the same time. Moving on, he is very determined, when he wants to accomplish something, he will accomplish it. He is also very polite toward others, greeting them with a bow, or a wave, anything to let them know that he noticed them in some way shape or form. He can also, at very rare times, be slightly cocky...or teasing towards people he doesn't particularly like, or know too well. While, in Damian's case, it was the exact opposite...he was cocky BECAUSE he liked Damian. Anyway, what else is there to same about good old Dante? I'll just break it down in a few words then. Dante is; Outgoing, cocky at times, paranoia when he is eating candy canes, calm, level-headed, and will punish you via poison.

In other words, he can be complex when he wants to be. But never forget this one thing, he is loyal to his team, and he will not make the same mistake he made in South East Asia, because that mistake has haunted him for five years now. And he will be damned if he is going to let it happen again. Not to himself, and not to his team...he would sooner swallow broken glass then let anything like that, happen again.

CIRRICULUM VITAE :: His past isn't much of interest, but one thing is for sure. When he was born he had a strange chemical problem with his eyes, he wasn't proclaimed blind or anything, But one eye, the right, appeared to be the same as a child born with a severe form of albinism. While the other eye, left, was as blue as the sky. Naturally, it was strange for the doctor's to see such a thing. Though, apparently it turned out that the right eye just had extremely low quantities of melanin, causing it to appear like that of someone with sever albinism. But, other then that small detail, he grew up in a fairly comfortable lifestyle. His parents both worked in well paying jobs, and he was a good student in all of his classes. It was fine for the most part, he never complained about his life, nor did he ever think much of the jobs his mother and father held in society. His mother was named Morganna, and she was a scientist, plane and simple. His father was named Judiah, and he worked with poison's of all kinds, even the anti-venom for said poison. Their research had helped people world wide, and for that reason they were hurled into the governments ranks. His mother had developed a weapon that could track-- Well, I better not say, least someone end up dead. His father, on the other hand, had created things that could be placed inside of the shell of a bullet, and cause multiple effects. Some could paralyze, kill, confuse, blind, poison, cause horrible brain mal-functions, etc.

These were some of the things he never knew about his parents, and he was rather glad he never stumbled upon that tidbit of information because he was sure he would be dead if he had. Regardless on whether or not he knew exactly what they did for the government, he admired their work and the dedication to what they did. Which some children found strange, because they never actually got to see Dante's mother and father, but Dante would just smile and give them a thumbs up before saying "They are off saving the world from the threats that we don't know about!" And that was what he stuck with. So why then, did his parents react so badly when he had signed up for the military at seventeen? He had admired their work, and he wanted to do his part in the world as well, he didn't want to sit still and watch the world pass him by. They pleaded with him not to join, they ordered him to stay in their hometown, to settle down with a nice Catholic girl, and start a family. Well, he didn't exactly know how to tell them that, that was not the life style he had ever thought about having, nor did he plan on living a quiet life, because he had always hated silence among all other things. He was not the type of person to change his mind, once his mind was made up...there was no going back.

He spent several years in the military, being trained, enduring the combat, gaining friends and allies. Soon after his being within the military, he showed signs of resourcefulness that no man had showed before. His mind was crafty, he could think of way to get out of any situation, and his skills on the field and off the field were not to be toyed with. And, sadly, it brought unwanted eyes on him. He was good with a gun, he was good with his mind, and he had taken what his father had created, and used it for himself. Good old poison bullets, or paralyzing bullets. It didn't matter what it was, he had gained certain qualities from his father, and that was the love for poison and guns, but granted he was NO sniper...he did miss from time to time. But, like I said before, unwanted eyes. He was pulled in by the government, asking him to join something called "Project A." And by ask, I mean, literally threw him into the project. But, he didn't mind at all, he grew close to all the men on his team. And he always felt it was his duty to keep everyone safe, even if he wasn't the commanding officer at the time. He felt that, these men were his family, why not try to keep them all safe? He was up beat, determined, always smiling, and always ready for anything. But one...one just seemed to haunt his mind, even in his sleep, that man was there. This was where it got complicated, he had started to develop feelings for one of his team mates, Damian Yates.

Dante started to become more and more outgoing because of that, and even a bit cocky...around Damian. He had become pretty good friends with them all, but the one he loved...the one he wanted to lock in a room and keep to himself, was always Damian...not that he would really lock him in a room, that would be fucked up beyond all reasoning. Now, on Dante's twenty-first birthday, he and his team were given a mission in South East Asia. Dante didn't think anything of it, because the mission didn't seem like it was that hard in the first place...but then...damn it...then...
The thing that Dante hasn't suppressed was the memory of screaming out Damian's name, and the other's telling him, no...yelling at him, that Damian was dead, that they couldn't go back for him because that would put them all in danger. They had underestimated the targets...and they had been too cocky, too arrogant. He went numb on the flight back...when the others had called for an air lift, he casually walked onto the plane, and looked as if nothing had happened. To anyone that didn't know Dante, they could have assumed that he hadn't felt anything with Damian's death.

After returning back to their base, it was quite clear that the person they worked for; a.k.a the government. Was not pleased by the mess he had seen in South East Asia, nor was he pleased about the death of one of his men. The reason's for that? One; because Damian was one of Project A, holding secrets of said project...and if he had anything on his body that could link him to the government, there would be hell to pay. Two; Damian was human, end of story. The previous commanding officer was dishonorably discharged, along with the other member of the team. And, for some reason, Dante wasn't discharged. Which he found odd, he never did ask why he wasn't discharged, probably because his family had a long running with the government. But, even though that was five years ago, there isn't a day that Damian doesn't appear in his nightmares...if Dante could have fucking stopped it! If he could have prepared better then maybe they would all still be together. The past is the past, however...he has a new team, of which he is the Commanding officer.

"Well...here's to you Damian...wish you could be here."

Ten-Heaven

Nemo Nova Hesune

Project X :: The Sniper
AGE :: He is a decent Twenty-Seven.

PHYSICAL DATA :: [x]

Alright, I'll start off pretty simply. His hair is blond, what shade of blond is your own choice. It could look platinum, or golden, it really just depends on what people will usually say about it. When asked, he doesn't correct anyone by saying "Oh no, its actually this color." He'll just say its blond, no shade will be added. But, if you really irritate him with that question, he'll do one of two things. A; Say "Its yellow, fuck off." or B; Shoot you in the face. Thankfully, that has never actually happened, so you shouldn't assume that he would kill you over something as simple as that. But if "The Boss-Man" asks him too, he probably will...maybe. The shape of it could be considered "flowing." In other words, soft to the touch. But, then again, it could also be very untouchable, if its dripping in blood. Why would a sniper be dripping in blood you ask? Well, sometimes he has to shoot close up...and dried blood can make soft hair, hard. Anyway, moving on to his skin. He is, of course, creamy white...seeing as how his mother was Irish. His skin is also, fairly soft...well...except for that one scar, but that's on his left calf...its kind of like a birth mark, its much, much darker then the rest of his skin. And it looks, oddly, like a crescent moon.

Facial features, well, you can't say his features are sharp, but you can't say they are soft either. And his usual facial expression would seem to read "I don't want to be here now, but I am anyway." Unless, of course, he's laughing or smiling. Which isn't rare, but its not too common among his teammates. His eyes are both a deep emerald, with an interesting almond shape to them. Despite what his facial expression reads, his eyes are always hungry for something more. What he's hungry for, not even he is sure, but the hunger is there...waiting for something. Moving on a bit more, body wise, he is five foot and ten inches. Not as tall as some others, but at least tree branches will not try to knock him out as much. He is also the owner of a six pack, mainly due to the training he had to do with Deo, but you'll read more on that training in the bio.

Now, his trademark thing would be his sniper rifle, and his blue tinted shades. You'll never see him without those shades. If he is aiming to shoot a target, those shades will be right on top of his head. If he is in the shower, those shades are either on his head, or locked away with his rifle.

PSYCHOLOGICAL DATA :: I'm not quite sure how to describe Nemo. He doesn't like to make long term relationships with anyone on his team, but he appears cheerful and very outgoing, hell he is even cocky about his shooting. One thing is for sure, you can never tell what mood he is in, because he won't let you know...not even a little hint. He just acts fun loving and joyful, a grin always planted on his face. But he just has an air about him...that lets you know there is something grim just under the surface. In all honesty, when he is sniping, he doesn't speak, he only waits for the single...and he can stay in that position for days on end, sort of like Sniper Wolf from Metal Gear Solid, but not sniper wolf. God forbid you try to talk to him while he is in position, because you will be shunned as if you had the black plague. I'm serious, he will either shun you like the plague, or punch you in the mouth. Hopefully, its the first of those two options.

Towards his team mates, he is short about his life, and he doesn't intend to become very close to any of them. But, at the same time, he will protect them because that is what his job requires of him. To protect his team mates, and shoot to kill...that's pretty much it. But that doesn't mean he won't still act a little cheery. Oh, one major thing about him that is very strong, are his determination, will power, and his beliefs. He will always give more then one-hundred percent in anything he does, because his determination to do a job...and to do it right, will take control when it is needed. Will power? Will, if he makes up his mind about something, you will have better luck getting an angel to come down and kiss you...then you would trying to change his mind. In short, you cannot change his mind, so don't try because he is the only one that can change his mind, only himself. Now, Belief's...or the main belief you will see, he doesn't think being a skank is a talent.

Anyone can wave their shlong at someone, but apparently you have to have "special skills" in order to do that job. Pfft. He also doesn't believe in outer beauty being the supreme overload of our world, but what are you gonna do? Try to convince the whole world of something they won't admit to? Anyway, moving on, he is also rash when he is angered...have you ever seen a pissed off sniper? People will start dropping for no reason. But he never gets found out, which is pretty good for him. But, sense becoming a part of Project X, he hasn't done that. Why give Dien more evidence, and more blackmail to hang over his head? No, he wants out of this little team. He, actually, only wants out because he is being blackmailed into being there. Had he of chosen to join on his own, he probably wouldn't be as bitter about being a part of this weird little project.

And you may, or may not, be shocked to hear that he likes to play first person shooter games, or actions games in general. Some of his favorites would be the Halo games, Black Ops, Bayonetta, Metal Gear Solid, the Assassins creed series, etc.

CIRRICULUM VITAE :: His past might be shrouded in mystery to everyone, mainly because he doesn't talk about it, with anyone. He keeps much of his personal life to himself, because he doesn't want anyone ELSE to have anything on him. Anyway, his heritage in itself is very strange. His father was an Asian man named Nova, and his mother was an Irish woman naked Victoria, or Vicky for short. They lived a pretty peaceful life in...well, where ever they moved to. But, you see, his parents only lived a peaceful life because they were, well, drug lords in a sense. But they would act like the suburban family, a son that would play outside, and a dog that would play with the son. It was peaceful because no one questioned it, his parents were powerful there, and they were criminals, it was just a matter of proving it, which no one could ever manage. But, anyway, his parents were not the main influence on his life, shocker? Well, it wasn't their fault that he didn't connect so much to them, it was his own fault you could say.

As a child he remembered a man named Deo and, now that he looks back on it, Deo was probably his body guard, but he thought that Deo was an uncle for the longest time. Deo was a very tall man with gruff on his face and short black hair, he was a very burly man. And, for those of you who don't know what burly means, he was very Muscular and heavily built. Deo always preferred to use his fist, and would only use a weapon if he found that he needed to. But, being as muscular as he was, and as tall as he was, the most common case was that Deo never used the weapon. Nemo could even recall hearing Deo say "Nemo, if you ever use a weapon because you can't use your fists, your a pansy ass bitch." And Nemo never really took it to heart, but he did remember it. Especially because Deo usually said it when Nemo was starring at his father's sniper rifle, with the beautiful camo scope, dear god did he love that rifle. But, anyway, moving on to his sixteenth birthday. The house was raided, and his parents were taken to prison, apparently everyone was shocked that Nemo didn't seem to care that his parents were taken from him. Hell, they might as well have been strangers with features that Nemo just happened, to share. In fact, he practically slept through the raid of his house, slept through his mother's screaming of how they had no proof, and his father's protests as well.

When he woke up, the house was empty, the police didn't bother to wake Nemo, and he didn't bother to look for anyone in the house. No, instead he reached into his pants pocket and dialed one on his speed dial...it rang three times, and he got the voice mail. Irritated, he called again, this time he got a groggy man answering the phone at four in the am. And the groggy, deep toned voice said one thing...

"Nemo? Do have any idea what time it is?" And Nemo answered with...
"Its four am, and my parent's were taken to prison, come and pick me up Deo."

That's right, he had called Deo, no one else. No one else really seemed to be worth calling at that point in his life. Deo took him in and trained him to work along side him, because Deo was always on the move now that Nemo was with him, Deo didn't have to be confined to one spot anymore, which meant he took on more and more jobs, each one more and more difficult. This forced Nemo to take on some sort of specialty and, almost out of a stroke of irony, his main choice of weapon was a high-precision sniper rifle. He kept it with him at all times, but of course most snipers do. More years passed, and he had become more then an expert with a sniper, hell...guns had become his drug. He could tell you what sort of rifle, handgun, etc...someone was firing, just by the sound, he could even tell you what round was being use...obviously. But, flashing forward to the part that actually starts to matter to the entire story. He and Deo had started to work as assassins for higher, not just as body guards for those who hired them. They had done sabotage, espionage, anything you could really think of, they had done and they were paid handsomely. Nemo, personally, like the assassinations he got to do. Being a sniper, he had to be the one too kill the political figure heads, and whatnot. Deo would be the one to get the mission, and he would give the details to Nemo. But...one day, they got set up. No one wanted there to be a sniper out there that could shoot you from 2,475 m (2,707 yd), which would have struck in 6.0 seconds, given the distance. He could remember sitting on top of a roof, peering through the scope and speaking into a small mic that allowed him to speak to Deo.

"Deo...Just waiting for your signal man, come on."

He didn't get a response, and what do you think his first thought was? Exactly, Shit. Shit was the first word that came to his mind, he realized right then, Deo had to be dead by now because he always answered Nemo directly after Nemo said anything, it had been like that sense Nemo was a fucking kid! This had to be the only other option! Nemo found himself groaning when looked around with his scope, There were other snipers, well then...Time to play, eh~? He took them out quickly, he didn't want them to have the chance to see him and shoot at him, he knew first hand how dangerous a sniper could be. Minutes passed and he was sure that he had killed all of the other snipers, so he stood up and strapped his rifle onto his back. But, wouldn't you know it, he stood up and heard the sound a click at the back of his head...Damn it. He closed his eyes for a second and thought about how he would kill this man, but he was a little slower then some other man that he didn't know at all. He heard a gun shot, and he didn't flinch...because he wasn't dead, But he did feel something hit the back of his head.

He slowly reached a hand back, and automatically scowled at the fact that he was touching some other man's brain matter...that just happened to spew onto the back of his head. After a few seconds, he turned around a saw a man with nearly white hair, in the strangest style. He was just barely under six foot, and his eyes were cold...but they were a welcoming color of honey brown...and seeing this man struck Nemo as...VERY odd, and he wasn't one to think of things as odd. But this man, and the look on his face, seemed very odd. But, what was even worse was when he started to speak to Nemo, making Nemo's own emerald orbs start to grow as wide as Dinner plates. From the things that this man said, if felt like he was watching Nemo for years, or that he had some sort of bug on him the whole time, maybe there was someone he knew that was helping this man?

"Nemo Nova Hesune, you've killed a lot of people, ruined a lot of companies...destroyed government plans, and even political leaders..."

And it just went on and on, until Nemo finally asked what the other wanted from him. Of course he was calm, he never really showed much fear to people. Then, the nearly white haired male spoke, and told Nemo that he wanted the sniper to work for him. And, in all honesty, Nemo couldn't exactly say no to him. The man was black mailing him, and he had just saved Nemo's ass. Plus, if he had just decided to kill the man without thinking about it, he didn't really know who would be after him. This man could have had ties to plenty of other people that Nemo didn't know about, which was something else that Nemo had to consider. The thought played in his head for those few minutes, he wanted to just kill the blackmailing bastard, but that wouldn't work. And, if he just left, he would probably just be greeted by more of this bastards men, later on in the week. And that's when his option became dwindled down to just joining the asshole. So, unwillingly, he joined Project X and became their sniper because they, painfully, needed someone that could shoot without being in the same room.

But damn he doesn't care for the members of his team, especially not that seducer...is that really even a talent? Apparently it is, but Nemo will just scoff and roll his eyes whenever the seducer even talks. Why would he care for some trashy...yet glamorous looking....strange excuse for a hooker? I mean honestly...he is pretty and whatnot...and Nemo might take him for a spin if given the chance--! I mean, he just wants to repay his debt and get out...yeah...uh...yeah.

Ten-Heaven

Dien Slaine [ Damien Yates ]

Project X :: The Boss
AGE :: 27

PHYSICAL DATA :: { X }
Dien hardly looks the same as he did seven or so years ago. His hair has lost almost all it's colour now from stress. Or perhaps it was genetics? Regardless, most perceive Dien as a young man with a head of white hair. There are, however, strands of hair that hold the original hair colour of sparkling blond. His hair is all sorts of lengths, the longest on the right side of his face. He is aware that his hairstyle is rather strange, but he couldn't care what others think of him. His eyes are narrow, cold, honey brown. A strange combination, but there it is. Dien as a slim figure and stand just under 6'. Although he does looks smashing in a suit, Dien's most comfortable wearing cotton shirts and slacks. He doesn't particularly like revealing much of his body--if only to hide the scars that decorate his back. Or the tattoo (black lines curling and weaving into an intricate design; rather reminiscent of Celtic designs) on his lower back, emanating from the lower left side towards the center of his back where the scars are the most prevalent.

PSYCHOLOGICAL DATA :: Dien is generally a quiet person. He's viewed as emotionless and cruel at times, but as a man in his position, he can't afford to be emotionally involved. He takes his work seriously, as if its the only thing that makes his life worth living, and distances himself from those around him. He expects the best from the others in Project X and makes no secret of his displeasure with them if they fail. They were chosen because they were better than good at what they do and Dien doesn't like to have to deal with any shoddy work. He's hard on his team for that reason and because any slip-ups could cost them a great deal. And he doesn't want to lose any of his team members.

Underneath the hardness, Dien is still Damian. Still quick to worry and protective of his friends. That he considers the other members of Project X his friends speaks to how desparate he truly is for contact with others. Not that he would admit it. He's stubborn in that way and does his best to protect his team members. Even though there are huge conflicts between the four of them, he doesn't want to lose any of them.

CIRRICULUM VITAE :: Dien Slaine's history begins on the day that Damien Yates supposedly died. Damien was a part of Project A. As such, not much information can be found on Dien. He appeared a few years ago, around the time that Project X was created and not long after Project A was dissolved. With no family and no close friends except for the three other men in Project X, Dien can be considered by many a mystery. Any in-depth digging into Dien's past reveals that the identity Dien Slaine is a fabricated one: Dien Slaine does not exist. He is no one. As far as Dien's willing to tell anyone, there are secrets in his past that he doesn't want to share. Even his real name is hidden--something even those that he trusts the most don't know. Just another one of his secrets.

There is one concrete fact that is known only to the Commanding Officer: Damian Yates was once a part of Project A. Damian wasn't a willing member of Project A. But somehow he got roped into working for them and, by the time Dante joined the team, he was considered an old hand at the work they were doing. Even then he was short with what happened in his past.

S.E.R.A.P.H. Bun-Bun

Mikhail Devereau

ENiGMA The Collective :: Assistant
AGE :: Twenty

PHYSICAL DATA :: { Mikhail }

Mikhail is tall, well over 6 feet. His exact height? Oh no, there's no way that he's going to measure how much he's grown. He isn't that much taller than 6 feet though. He has sharp, grey eyes and long black hair. Mikhail doesn't smile often, his expression always serious and he rarely seems to smile. There's often a touch of sadness in his expression--a long off one that has to do with a past that hasn't been spoken of for years. He carries a cello case with him.

PSYCHOLOGICAL DATA :: Goal-oriented, focused and stubborn. Mikhail is not one to back down from any challenge. He does anything to get the results he needs. Unfortunately, in interpersonal relationships, his personality doesn't really allow for ready interactions. He's withdrawn when it comes to talking to everyone and anyone. His inability to connect made him an ideal for working for the Collective. But he's capable of faking any persona that he needs to. He will be anyone that he has to in order to fulfill his goals.

CURRICULUM VITAE :: The majority of Mikhail's past has been redacted and sealed by the Collective that he works for. The most that can be found about Mikhail is a photo of a young boy, age thirteen, with his family. It is from just before he was separated from them and taken in by the Collective. While he was raised by the organization from thirteen onward and has various skills, most of his skills lying in infiltration, observation and theft. Mikhail excels in gathering intel for the Collective to use as they see fit.

At the moment, however, he's gone a little...off mission. He was to research the man that was using the Collective to have ENiGMA investigated--something that the Collective could easily do on their own. However, when he discovered that it was through one of his cover identities that the investigation was started, everything got personal. He took the job at ENiGMA, citing that he was going under deep cover in order to get more information about the group that was investigating the company.

S.E.R.A.P.H. Bun-Bun

Russell Wren

ENiGMA :: The CEO
AGE :: Twenty-eight

PHYSICAL DATA :: [X] [X] [X]

Russell is a man of neither tall nor short stature; He is what you might call average height, average weight (though bordering on underweight due to his recent stresses) and average looks - at least, in his own opinion. Truthfully he has a certain natural charm to his appearance; His complection is fresh and compliments his blue eyes and blonde hair, his cheeks and nose usually tinted with a light pink blush that tends to spread to his ears should he become embarassed.
He dresses smartly for his job as the CEO of ENiGMA, his wardrobe kitted out with expensive suits, shirts and ties. For a while he was enchanted with the idea of dressing in such finery, though now he has become uncomfortable with wearing clothes bought with (what he assumes is) dirty money. At the first chance he gets Russell tends to swap back into his casual wear, choosing loose-fitting, classic pieces of clothing.

PSYCHOLOGICAL DATA :: If only one thing could be said about Russell, he is in the very least pliant. An intelligent man, he is not easily persuaded, nor is he so sheltered as to be overtly gullible. He is, however, a man in love. He has been so eager to keep ahold of his lover that his priorities have twisted to match; It has come to the point where even the most sensible and rational parts of his life, such as his career or his social life, have become second to preserving his relationship.
One might speculate on why he clings to the VP with such vigour despite the detrimental effect it has on his life. Of course, it's already been mentioned that he isn't daft, so his choices are not made in ignorance. As for the phrase 'blinded by love', it is nothing but empty words; Russell is often filled with remorse or guilt when he makes the worse of two choices. Is he scared to leave his lover? Yes, but for a different reason than implied. The VP doesn't frighten him - on the contrary, the man can hardly place a foot wrong. Russell is always happy to mould to his whims and make sure that his lover is also in a good mood, it's no trouble for him. So why the fear?
The key lies in Russell's inept social skills. Throughout his life he has always been 'the quiet one', but he'd managed to acquire a small circle of good friends who were attracted to his good nature. The older he became the more his confidence grew until he was finally comfortable with conversing with friends or expressing his discontent should they upset him. What Russell struggles with even now, though, is romance. He hates to be alone - even when he was quiet and shy he still liked to be around people. He doesn't fare well on his own; He thinks too much and dwells on complicated affairs. He becomes depressed, irritable. But with no experience in romantic or physical relationships, he was easily hurt and misled.
Which brings us back to the subject of fear: He's terrified of returning to the status of being 'single', alone, and searching again. Who's to say he would even find someone? Russell has a low self esteem and is often left in awe that his lover chose to give him the time of day in the first place, yet alone still offers it now.
But don't let his meek attitude fool you. When required, Russell can be remarkably stubborn - though never with the VP, of course. There are the occasional arguments but Russell always backs down, unable to fight back. Of course, the new developments with Project X have brought back his old anxieties and the arguments have become a little more frequent...though still quick to dissipate. He's fast becoming a man on the edge.

CURRICULUM VITAE :: He always remembers that depressive stint during university. He sat with his knees by his chin staring out of a window for what felt like days, clutching a half-empty bottle of vodka in his hands. The last of his small circle of friends had entered into a relationship and that meant only one thing: They were all waiting for him to get a girlfriend and join them in their happy place. On the other hand, perhaps that was just the drink talking, but Russell was too drunk to differentiate. He felt uncomfortable telling them that he wasn't after a girlfriend, that he was mildly jealous that they'd found a man. Everything seemed so easy for them...he hardly had the same luck. It was then that he made his decision to change his life and find someone to share it with. He had no idea where to start but he eventually found out about a bar that catered to the right crowd. The years following were hellish, a torment on his emotions. He was always certain that he was not interesting or attractive enough to ensnare someone, so the moment he received attention he tried to pursue something more. Most nights ended badly - he was prone to misconception. Anything else was short term, something which Russell could never understand. He tried his best to please them, so why did they inevitably leave?
When he met the VP he was a nervous wreck. A little nervous at first, it was a relationship that almost didn't happen, but he was glad it did. The man rebuilt his broken confidence and made him feel wanted. In return he did whatever was asked of him, certain that it would keep the relationship going - after all, it's worked up to this point.
Being installed as the CEO of ENiGMA was something of a shock to him. He'd had to leave his old work as a company desk jockey to effectively take control of an even bigger business. He'd let the VP know how ridiculous the idea seemed when the man approached him with it, but with his anxieties off his chest he was easily coaxed into submission, retracting his harsh words and apologising profusely. Luckily the VP was there to guide his every move as the CEO to the point where he needn't worry about a thing. He understood that he was just a face for the company but he was content with that; He didn't want the stress of actually running the place.
That attitude lasted for only a month. Russell's conscience began to play on him and he wondered if it were truly the right thing to do, acting as the CEO for a company he knew practically nothing about. But his questioning led to no answers and once again he found himself lost in the trap he himself had created: He didn't want to be abandoned so he tried to mould himself to the grey morals of his lover. However, this faux persona he has tried to live up to is wearing thin and once again Russell finds himself at odds with his conscience. He contracted Project X partially as a distraction for his lover but also in the hope that something might be discovered, somewhere. Of course, there is the danger that he might be implicated too...but Russell only realised that when his dear lover pointed it out to him in a discussion. Even if he was innocent, he was still in charge. But what could he do? The ball is in motion.

Swifteh

Gabriel Adams

PROJECT A :: Weapon's Expert
AGE :: 23

PHYSICAL DATA :: Despite being an expert in weapons, Gabriel takes pride in his appearance. His hair is mostly black, save for a couple of streaks that he got done during his high school years. He got attached to how it looked and kept it ever since. His eyes are gray, despite his eyes being such a dreary color, his personality is anything but dreary. His stature is 5'11, he is of average build. As long as he looks good, he doesn't care about what he is wearing. Although, he prefers to blend in with society.

PSYCHOLOGICAL DATA :: Gabriel's personality flips like a coin. One side is aloof and distant, the only time he looks so aloof is when he goes a long time without a weapon in his hands or when it's appropriate. The other side is more social, friendly and laid back. Gabriel loves social interactions and is generally cheerful. Only those close to Gabriel know about his interest in weapons. In other words, Gabriel craves both solidarity and companionship.

CURRICULUM VITAE :: Gabriel was raised by his single mother and his grandparents. His grandfather had a military background and Gabriel loved his grandfather's stories when he was a child. What started out as a way to form strong connections with his grandfather grew into an interest. His interest only grew as he grew older. He learned as much as he could about every weapon ever recorded in history. When he turned the legal age, he considered joining the military. Instead he met the commanding officer and the commanding officer managed to convince Gabriel about all the benefits of Project A. The commanding officer made it sound better than working in the regular military and Gabriel thought it wouldn't hurt to try. After all, Gabriel is still serving his country.

Nada

Einar “Glitch” Gledaarson

Project A :: The Computer Expert
AGE :: 19

PHYSICAL DATA :: Einar is of average male height, standing at 5’7”. With his pale complexion, messy blonde hair and slight physique, many people had often commented on how much he looked almost identical to his mother. But unlike his mother’s warm brown eyes, according to his mother he had inherited his father’s eyes: a pale blue that boarders on lavender in certain lighting. Beneath his deceptively soft and slightly effeminate features however, is a strong and athletic muscle build that comes from years of running and swimming. Preferring physical comfort, most of Einar’s choices in clothing tend to reflect this in the form of loose t-shirts and well worn jeans, slacks or when he’s feeling exceptionally lazy, sweatpants. He also enjoys listening to music to help him drown out other sounds, so he is usually found wearing headphones.
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PSYCHOLOGICAL DATA :: Quiet, competitive, intelligent and confident are some of the best words to describe Einar. Having been mute since birth, his inability to speak has left him with a rather competitive nature so as to prove that his “handicap” does not make him inferior to anyone…as if his abnormally high intellect did not prove that already.

CIRRICULUM VITAE :: Einar has never said a word. Even as an infant he was abnormally quiet. When he was removed from his mother the doctor’s were worried by his eerie silence, but they could not find anything physically wrong with him. The only person not disturbed by his silence was his mother, Gleda. She merely took him in her arms and simply told the doctor’s he was his father’s child, a true prodigy, and left it at that.

Aside from his mutism, Einar was a healthy and highly functional child. His ability to learn was exceptional. By the time he was three years old he was able to fully communicate with his mother through signing. Given his unique learning curve, Gleda decided it best to home school him rather than send him to public school. His mother was a well known freelance computer programmer for a European company and had taught her son all she knew about computers, a field he seemed especially adept in followed by mathematics and foreign languages (reading and writing only of course). He was ten by the time he surpassed his mother’s own knowledge of computers.

When he was thirteen he was scouted by a University over seas. Around the same time his mother was offered a permanent position with the company she had been working with at their main headquarters in Germany. Both Einar and Gleda came to a mutual agreement that he would enroll and live on campus at the university and she would move to Germany.

When he first arrived at the University he was met with a significant amount of trepidation about whether or not he could adapt the older social atmosphere of the school. While he did not have trouble keeping up intellectually with his peers, in fact he often found himself baffled by their failure to keep up with him at times, his competency in the social realms were almost non-existent. With his somewhat superior attitude, he struggled to communicate and make friends of his peers. They had even taken to calling him “Glitch” because of his personality flaws and that fact that he couldn’t speak. So he would often find himself withdrawing into the computer world. He even began using the screen name “Glitch” in honor of his new found title amongst the students and staff.

It was around that time that he came across a hacker by the screen name of egoXIS when they attempted to hack into the University’s mainframe. Einar was able to prevent him access and had even come close to locating them by back tracking through the channels they had used to get into the school’s system. For the first time in his life he had felt his own computer skills to be challenged and it both intrigued and irritated him. He knew more about computers than anyone else and he refused to let some little hacker get the better of him. So he made it his personal mission to track down and expose egoXIS. Which he had no doubt that he would be able to do once he had the proper resources.

During his time at the university he slowly developed the social skills necessary to function within the school’s community. He even joined the school’s track and swimming teams, the two sports he actually found enjoyable. Like with the other fields that interested him, his talent for running and swimming was approached with the same sort of expertise as someone who had been doing it their entire lives. Of course these still paled in comparison to his computer abilities, which only seemed to grow as the rivalry between him and the hacker continued.

He graduated from the university at age seventeen with a doctorate and two masters, and was offered a position at the school which he accepted in order to have full access to the University’s computer resources. Everything in Einar’s life seemed to be going perfectly. He was the youngest professor the school had ever had and he was finally accepted by his colleagues, they had even stopped calling him Glitch…they instead started calling him Dr. Glitch, and he was that much closer to finding egoXIS. That of course is when things went south.

A colleague who ranked second to him in the same field, challenged him to break into one of the most secure servers in the country. Of course Einar had hacked into the very same server on multiple occasions in the past while tracking egoXIS, found no problem with accepting the challenge. What he had not anticipated however was that the same colleague who had challenged him had tipped the government off that there would be an attempted break into the system. He was then put in the precarious position of either accepting the government’s offer to work with them, or go to prison. Prison was the last place he had any desire to go, leaving him little choice but to accept the government’s terms much to his disliking. However there is a plus side, along with a full pardon, he is also being given access to government computers to aid him in locating his rival egoXIS.
Glas Rain

Daire Malloy

Project X :: The Hacker
AGE :: 15

PHYSICAL DATA :: [ X ]

PSYCHOLOGICAL DATA ::

The very first thing you need to know about Daire is he take full pride in his work. In fact he has a very romantic relationship with his work. Maybe he just never matured, but regardless he's happy right where he is. He can blow someone to pieces from the comfort of his desk, where he plans to stay for a long time. Daire's second love... drinking. Yes, he has a fake ID for this reason alone. It's the Irish blood in him of course. And the two places you'll ever find him are in his 'office' or at a bar. Moving on, to put it plainly Daire is half narcissist and half... something else. He will throw you in front of a bus without hesitation so long as it benefits him. Obviously not so much his own team mates because... they're tolerable and well... they could kill him. However, everyone else needs to stay out of his way. Don't expect him to feel any type of human emotions when it comes to your problems. Just lost your mother? Tough luck. And all at the same time he's emotionally unstable so long as it personally involves him. He's just one hell of an actor. On the other hand when he's not paying attention to you he's making others lives harder whether it'd be a practical joke or simply because he doesn't like you. How do you get on his good side? Ask for help. Make him feel wanted. That's probably the easiest way into his heart. Computer smarts is a plus too, but don't expect too much from him in the beginning. Another thing, he's a snarky, deceiving little turd. Don't critique his work. Even if he isn't threatening physically he'd find a way to get you.

He thinks highly of himself and in all honestly believes that if he wanted to be ruler over all then he would have done it by now. He doesn't do anything without getting something in return. Simply... You will never here the words 'charity' and 'Daire' in the same breath. Not to mention if you stand up and confront him physically there's less of a chance he'll retaliate. Especially since your bigger than him. Call him a coward, but at least he'll live to see another day. Other than all of that he's a pleasant person to be around.


CIRRICULUM VITAE :: Daire was born in Connolly, Ireland. He didn't have the stereotypical red hair and freckles like his mother but he did obtain her complexion and dastardly red eyes. She was a troublemaker from birth just like her son. Too bad the poor lass had no idea when she laid her child down to sleep that night that he'd be gone by morning. Being a toddler at the time, barely out of diapers Daire didn't know it was considered 'abduction'. And where did he end up? His fathers country. In fact he really don't remember that far back. But who does? Daire was never certain whether the man that was raising him was in fact his biological father or just a lonely man that saw potential. Not like he really cared though. Daire was fed, clothed, and was usually bailed out of juvenile hall faster than they could say "Pass me the USB cord." His father was a very important business man; the face of an important software developing company that will not be named. Ironically his best customer was the government. Daire was very rarely punished by my father. The worst he would do was put him on house arrest. Then again, it was a rare occurrence he'd ever get involved. Office staff usually came to pick him up. The man probably thought when he took Daire in it'd be easy and fun having a kid around the house. Now he pretends he's not associated with the boy. Like a little virus just stowed away. Hey, so long as he stayed out of the way Daire didn't care.

He made his way into college by the age of twelve and had finished with a bachelor's degree two years later. And yes kiddies. If you do your math right he's been out for a year now. What has he done with his life since then? Well... take a step back. While in Harvard Daire made a name for himself in the only place he could feel safe. The internet. He soaked up every bit of information and retained it. And it was nice. He started to challenge himself eventually, breaking into bank accounts, altering information. Daire never took money for himself even though he could. It was the joy of the game and the thrill of maybe getting caught. Over the two years in school he worked his way up the ranks, made a name for himself, and no one probably knew he was doing it all from a college dorm and a ratty desktop computer. Eventually other users started challenging Daire. One in particular was really determined to prove that Daire's skills were inferior to his. Unlike the others he just wouldn't call it quits. For the most part we seemed evenly matched until one day... he just had to do it... Daire found Project X and hacked the mainframe. It was captivating. Fun was written all over those plans... all of that deliciously sinful information~ It wasn't long after that someone found Daire out despite the block he had on his IP address. He was positive they were going to pull the cliche "You know too much" and shoot him right between the eyes, POW! And That was the day egoXIS passed away--or... took a long hiatus.

Daire was offered the job as Project X's hacker. Though he tends to keep to himself and let the field agents do the heavy lifting he couldn't be happier. And before he left Harvard he was apart of a lethal and organized mercenary team! From time to time his father will try to get on his good side and develop something new for him. Pocket change really but it pays the bills.

Frailin

Niaz Hamasura

ENiGMA :: THE VP
AGE :: 27
PHYSICAL DATA :: x ::X :: x
Unlike his entourage Niaz is not fair skinned, he is as brown as a fresh sip from a cup of tea. His eyes are a mixture of brown,green and yellow hues that he has gotten from his mixed European, Indian lineage. Niaz has retained a lot of his shape from his military days even if he let a doughnut or two escape past his lips. When standing at full attention, Niaz is a comfortable 6'2 however he often slumps and leans and slouches giving the illusion he shorter then he appears. Unless it is for business purposes, his hair is always in an untidy nest of black strands. Some times he wears glasses some times he does not. More then often he does enjoy a blazer.

PSYCHOLOGICAL DATA :: Niaz fights with a duel sword inside his heart. It is a defensive condition his mind developed after the death of Damien Yates. Subtle, and hardly noticeable to those that do not truly Niaz, and not even his lover truly knows him it seems. This is the Niaz that many see. A quiet introspective man that likes to calculate two moves ahead while holding the cards close to his heart.. Enigma and Russell are his life, and love. This Niaz is trying to bring the company out of the shadows of doubt and into the world of the fortune five hundred.

The other side of him, it is best explain as the side that manifested through repressed memories. He is the locked away surfaced, he knows what tactics that Enigma must have to survive, he is the one that pushes Russell away, keeping him on a leash as a scape goat. There are dangers behind his leer. There is no real indication as to when Niaz could switch The second Niaz knows all while the first continues his blind innocence.

CIRRICULUM VITAE :: Early Life:
Niaz is second generation brat, born from a vast immigrant gene pool. His father was a British man living in the states on a visa when he met Niaz's mother. He is their first but not his fathers only. He has an elder step brother he rarely saw mostly due to their hectic lives. His parents wanted the best for him, getting him into a private academy. His fathers job allowed the life style in which the family could afford to travel. The young Niaz enjoyed the time at the academy. He excelled in many activities that trained his young mind into quick problem solving. Unlike most brainics, Niaz did not isolate himself per say, he merely made himself obtuse. He brought teams to success but never took the glory for himself.

Once he was 18 for the first time he was given the freedom to do as he pleased with his life. He joined the military wanting to continue his life of travel while doing some good. He thought it would be a nice change to the continuous academic side of his life. His plans were to serve for a set number of years and then go to college, but the plans changed as soon as he was recruited for Project A.

Project A:
The year with project A was not as glamorous as Niaz expected his military life to be. He was given the wonderfully mundane task of being the logistics manager for the group. The title perhaps was fancy, however it meant nothing more then being the governments spy. It was only a month after he joined project A that he was given the task of being their eye in the sky following the group by a remote controlled airplane. It gained him access and information to many of the nations notorious characters that Project A often took as targets.Niaz, observed everything about the four, including the courtship of Damien and Dante.
He was some what surprised when he was given a field assignment. Like a good solider, Niaz never questioned the proof that Damien was a mole. In fact, the only thing that Niaz was told, was that Project A needed help in South East Asia, some one had betrayed them. He never knew it was Damien until he ripped the mask off the body. Niaz realized the entire thing was a set up. The enemies were informed of Project A's arrival and it had given him time to pull the trigger on the so called spy. Niaz escaped from the scene leaving behind a atrail of bile in the asian jungle. By the time he reached civilization again. His mind was trying to block out the images of carnage and having a first hand in being a murder. Like lady Macbeth he religiously tried to wash himself clean of the deed, it never worked. He blacked out waking he was back in America. Niaz left the military taking his secrets with him. A year later he Started ENIGMA.

Love and Enigma:
An amazing acronym for an Amazing group. Energy networks in global market area. It was a wake up call to a brilliant idea. Niaz had nearly forgotten about his life with Project A. In fact he buried his life with Project A deep with in the recesses of his mind. He had sank his teeth into something juicy and he felt he could take it to the top. There were many pieces to gather first, the investors, the space, the inventory. Niaz spent days building business models doing market research. Some of those long nights concluded themselves at a bar. His company with in its first year was a private company. His mysterious investors kept supplying him with the means and soon, Niaz had the experimental energy reserves he wished. Enigma had its fingers in nearly every business one could imagine including the illegal kinds. The cargo freights became cover ups for human trafficking and drugs.

It was after a long day that Niaz meet the young Russell. His company still did not have a face just an underground movement of deals. Something about the man drew him like a month to a flame. What he expected to be a one night stand turned into a on going affair. Eventually he asked Russell to become his CEO shortly before the face of Enigma was made public. With Niaz's infrequent black outs he did not trust himself to be in the public eye. The stock value was incredible, and Russell had the brilliant smile and faux confidence to make people believe in ENIGMA. Not even Russell could keep Niaz from waking in terror some times. Though he has his feet firmly walking forward. He often has nightmares of the past and days where his memories are blank.

Poggio

Mathusalem Damien Cosme

ALLEGIANCE :: The Gentleman
AGE :: 32

PHYSICAL DATA :: [M] [Tattoo on his back]

If it wasn't already obvious, Mathusalem is a rather handsome man. Upon looking at him one can deduce that he's obviously from Asian decent just by his features and the black hair though it's the misty gray eyes that pull away from the usual norm, a trait he inherited from his father. Skin is unmarred by scars or facial blemishes and his complexion could be described as porcelain or white as marble. His silky black hair falls down to just above his mid-back and usually keeps it tied back. Nothing about his features or lean body is boyish or effeminate.

As for the other things about Mathusalem, there is the tattoo of a Chinese dragon that takes up all of his back and he has two piercings in the lobe of his left ear. As for his style of dress it's usually formal wear, nice dress shirts and pants along with shoes and also wears Chinese styled clothing as well.

PSYCHOLOGICAL DATA :: Mathusalem is actually a rather kind individual save for that sadist streak to toy with people on a mental level. Though over the years he's grown to be rather distant and keeps people at arm's length, if not farther than that. The only time he really gets close to people is during organized events where he doesn't have a choice or it's to get some information or to trick people. Otherwise this man is actually rather cold. Though like the proper man he is, he always dismisses people with tact and flavor. He's not rude intentionally and he always keeps a level and calm state of being because if you're not then there is the chance that people could take advantage and he won't have that at all.

Still quite an eligible bachelor and has kept it that way. Of course that also brings up the question of what he prefers though it's more than likely he does not discriminate and is quite gender blind. Regardless though, Mathusalem is a paradox of his own and loves to keep people in the dark. Knowing his history? Well actually more than like no one knows more than what they should and it's not like it could be used against him. He does everything in his power not to end up under the thumb of someone else, hence why he's not the happiest person right now considering the outcome...and honestly...he just wants to go home. Haha...fat chance of course.

Though he does have a number of things to keep him busy such as drinking tea or coffee while reading a good book or taking calm walks to keep himself sane. Occasionally he'll be on a computer if he's severely bored, but he really doesn't like using technology, not that he's inept, it's just the way he works and only ever uses his computer to carry out certain tasks.

Oh, and it's better not to get him angry. He has quite a temper once set off and is rather violent about it too. So yeah, don't piss him off or push him to the point he needs to sock you a good one because the one thing Mathusalem won't do is brk and never bite. He's well on his word if he sets out to do something and he'll keep at it till it's complete which means he does know how to set priorities and he's also a focused individual.

CIRRICULUM VITAE :: There is no sob story nor are there traumatic occurrences in this man's life and thus it makes one wonder how he became such a borderline criminal now employed by the government. It's probably best to work our way through from the beginning, the origins of his birth.

Mathusalem is a mixed breed. His mother is of Chinese decent, a very wealthy woman who works in exporting silks and fabrics and his father is of French decent, and also a wealthy individual who is an ex-doctor and is now part of the fashion industry. Needless to say that the way his parents met were through fashion. In any case he was born to these wealthy individuals and thus his life was set. Living in high class society he was to display proper etiquette and poise, keeping an air of grace about himself; he was born in China and raised in France. In any case Mathusalem had always been a rather bright boy and was very intellectual. He excelled in his private studies and even could speak proper English and Chinese, French being his primary language.

See? Mathusalem was brought up to be a proper individual, a perfect little ball of proper etiquette that showed a great amount of grace with power flowing through ever stride he took. So why would such a proper being, and a man who graduated with a Doctorate in Medical Science no less, end up in the position that he's in? The answer is boredom. Yup...boredom of the perfect life so often he took delight in conning people. He's as good a con man as he is a doctor, and that's pretty damn good folks.

In any case, he was already working for the government anyway and he usually abused that power by conning other people. He found it to be a wonderful past time that had also landed him where he is now. He's stuck with a bunch of military buffs and things couldn't have been worst. Why him? Why was he assigned to this group against his will? Needless to say he isn't happy about the arrangement, but like the proper man he is, he sucked it up and does his job.

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Zhiqiang "Zhishen" Shen

ALLEGIANCE :: The Bodyguard
AGE :: 32

PHYSICAL DATA :: [Z]

Upon first impressions many can see that Zhiqiang is actually a very well groomed man. It's first impressions like that in which no one would suspect such a business-looking man to be a felon and, even more so, quite the violent brute. He is quite built beneath the suit, but on the outside his physique is a lean and strong accented by broad shoulders. He never slumps, head always held high giving the sense that he isn't timid or submissive-- he stands at about 6'5" or 6'6"...somewhere in that range; being rather tall he can appear intimidating depending on the person he comes in contact with. In any case, nothing about this mean screams 'boy' and rather screams 'man'. He has rather strong features, not to clean cut and not too rugged. He's definitely a handsome fellow though, don't you agree? Anyways his skin is slightly tinged tan, hair is kept short and is the color of chocolate while his eyes are as black as the voids of space~. Generally he wears suits, but occasionally just likes to dress down into some jeans, shirt, and a blazer. Though seriously, he always try to look his best. You never know who you might meet and he just likes to dress to impress~. He's a criminal with swagger~.

PSYCHOLOGICAL DATA :: Rather cool and collected for someone who has quite the violent streak, but you know what they say right? You never know when the storm is going to hit~. But generally he's rather cool and collected. He tends to observe and despite being a brute he's actually quite intelligent. One thing he takes pride in is the fact he knows how to let loose and have fun. He can be charismatic and charming in that bad boy way. Though on the clock he's rather focused on the job on hand and you have to be when being a bodyguard for two people...though really he only cares for one of his charges and boy does he want that man for himself~. Though he hates to keep an eye on the other one...sneaky and conniving little bastard. Ugh...hates him in every way. But you know, he doesn't really hold grudges against people, but he'll be damned if you try to raise a hand to him and if you push him just enough you may just end up in the hospital...or worse. Zhiqiang can be rather ruthless and cold when he's pushed to the point of becoming that violent tornado, and everyone knows you can't outrun a tornado and even more so it's not likely you'll survive. He's a man with street smarts AND book smarts. He doesn't seem like much a threat, but honestly don't make him an enemy. You'll regret it baby~.

CURRICULUM VITAE :: Zhiqiang was born in the slums of Hong Kong, China. His mother was rather poor and worked at a fast food noodle shop not too far down the block from where they lived. He never had the joy of having a real dependable father in his life. At a young age he was generally a good boy and did several of the chores around the house until he was able to go to school and get an education. His mother always had a tendency to fall for the wrong type of men, the ones that would beat her black and blue, call her dishonorable names, and every times she would endure it. Even at a young age he understood their predicament and he was rather fed up with the fact that these men always kept beating on his mother. Zhiqiang had a lot of pent up rage that he never expressed for his mother’s sake and considering she had enough to worry about he tried very hard not to make it hard for her. Though it was because he hadn’t stood up for his mother that he had ended up losing her.

At the age of ten, when he was coming home from playing with the neighborhood boys--being a bit taller than boys his age--he came home to find his mother on the floor and a man standing above her, his knuckles red and bloody. At the very moment he had lost it and all the pent up rage he had was finally released. Zhiqiang was a VERY strong boy for his age and honestly…that man didn’t survive that night. He had bludgeoned the man to death, having bashed his head in and was covered in blood. He was fully conscious of what he had done and he didn’t care. He had called the police, but in doing so he was also subject to being arrested for a killing a man. Zhiqiang lost his mother that night and was now sitting in a Chinese police station…cold and very lost at that moment. There was so much rage inside him…and he was not just made at his mother and the man he killed, but he was mostly mad at himself for not being able to protect his mother.

He spent the night in a jail pen though the next morning he was bailed out and was brought before a woman, a martial artist monk by the look of her clothes. She had smiled warmly at him and given him a hug…and oddly enough he felt better. That woman had been his aunt at the time and she had pretty much rushed over after hearing the news, or rather she could feel that there as something not right. They attended his mother’s funeral and he was to be taken in at the temple located in another part of Hong Kong. His aunt was a business woman and was also a monk, she lived two lives in order to support herself financially as well as spiritually. After moving in with her he pretty much took up learning martial arts and very much excelled at it. You could say he had a natural talent for it and on top of that he was a quick learner and was very bright.

By the time he was sixteen though he was pretty tall for a boy is age and was rather popular being a rather charismatic and pretty laid-back boy who knew how to have fun. Before though he had never laughed, smiled, or even really spoke, but his aunt had broken him out of his shell and he could be his true self…or well…half of his true self. You see…he wasn’t challenged much academically and thus he sought other ways to quell the constant biting of boredom. First it was friendly gambling amongst friends, and he was damn good at it too. Then he upped the stakes and started doing street gambling and by the time he was eighteen he was also doing motorcycle races and a bunch of other things that his aunt never truly approved of, but honestly didn’t really have the persuasion to sway him otherwise.

What came of the delinquent acts was nothing sort of criminal, and on top of that…for those who really got pissed off they soon realized that picking a fight with Zhiqiang Shen was the worst thing you could do. He wasn’t only strong, but he also knew martial arts and he had no fear of killing or being killed. Of course…he was very cautious about things considering he didn’t want to die. After all he had a lot to live for. Going off to college at the age of eighteen and riding on a scholarship for Honors and Martial Arts, he excelled again in his studies and wanted to go into business. At the same time, being away from home, he was subject to things he shouldn’t have dabbled in…like…the mafia by chance? He had some friends who knew some people and apparently word of his fighting abilities had gotten around and they wanted to hire him for certain odd jobs. It gave him a lot more extra money and he could still keep up with his academics.

In the end though Zhiqiang ended up following down the wrong path. He often helped with special shipments and was even a bodyguard for the boss at times. Though it didn’t take long before someone had truly pissed him off. He ended up killing the wrong person, a police officer undercover and on top of that he had been cornered. In the end, at the age twenty-three he was locked away in prison for drug trafficking, killing of a cop and civilians, gambling, grand theft auto, and mostly just his violent behavior. He was considered dangerous and was sent off to prison to serve his time. For eight years he was in prison, and occasionally sometimes things got out of control. Even though jail can harden a man, he still was rather charismatic man and he tried not to make too many waves that could get him into further trouble. However…someone had posted his bail you know. A guy name Niaz Hamasura. Yeah, that’s the guy! It seemed that he needed man power and he heard that he was the best candidate. Of course he wasn’t going to turn it down…but after seeing Russell…just…something about the man was very appealing. Maybe it was the blue eyes and blonde hair, but either way he protected both his charges and has been for several months now. Though being who is…and the fact he wants Niaz out the way cause he hates him, he’s really considering just getting rid of Niaz. Not like he couldn’t you know…but that man is tricky so for now he’s just buying his time, but with Russell close by he finds it all to tempting to take him for himself. We'll just have to see what happens won't we~?

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