He awoke with a start as he hit the couch, eyes blinking from his recent stupor as he dragged his body unwillingly from the couch. His room, he thought as he looked it over with a careful eye, was a mess. Oh, it wasn't as horribly bad as he had heard his commander, Painter's, was, but it was messy enough as to make him actually want to start cleaning. With an aggravated sigh, the man shook off his sudden urge, and fell asleep on his bed.
Ic: Painter stretched and pulled himself out of bed. He threw on his clothes, somewhat haphazardly, and walked out into the common room. It seemed that Kein had gotten back to his own bed. Ah well, he shrugged. Into the mess hall, a quick breakfast, and he was off to the Ops room. It had been a while since Beta had been wiped out, and they should be going out on missions once more. "Good morning Painter. I've got some important details for you," Sarah called as he stepped in, munching on toast. "Great. Some action once more."
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"If he dies, then it will be God's will."
"If that was meant to be comforting, it was not."
"Everyone dies eventually. Once you are born, you begin to die."
"That was not comforting either!"
"It is the way of the Creed. Usually our deaths are violent but quick."
Kein hung around the couch, eyes blank with boredom and frustration. Skipping breakfast was an unhealthy habit in which, he muttered to himself, he was constantly reminded of. Eyes blinked lazily as he focused back upon reality, rubbing a hand through his tousled black hair in a sign of unease yet excitement. His powers had grown again, a considerable amount. But the pain was getting worse, and his memory declining. It had taken a great effort to wake up. Dreams were frequenting his mind more than he had ever wished for them to do so.
-- Edited by Darkflight on Wednesday 16th of September 2009 06:11:52 AM
"First, let's get the rest of the teams, and we can debrief and send you on your way. Gather your team, and I'll call Jason to get Beta," Sarah replied. Painter nodded and spun on his heel, back to the common room, toast in hand. "Oh Keeeeeeeiiin!" He called, opening the door. "We've got a misssiooon!"
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"If he dies, then it will be God's will."
"If that was meant to be comforting, it was not."
"Everyone dies eventually. Once you are born, you begin to die."
"That was not comforting either!"
"It is the way of the Creed. Usually our deaths are violent but quick."
"...What." Kein tilted his head, eyes blinking slowly. "Could you repeat that?" Lips pursed, the man childishly frowned and turned his attention towards his team leader. "Didn't we already have a mission a day ago?" A single, blue, eye narrowed as he spoke. "This schedule's impossible."
"Something like that." Painter waved his hand dismissively, taking another bite from the toast. "C'mon, we gotta hurry. Who knows, maybe we get to go to the capitol!"
"Commander Shepard, gather your team and report to the Central Ops room immediately. Thank you." The speakers above crackled, and Painter looked up. "That's Sarah calling." He looked around the doors, satisfied, and waited for Kein to get up. "C'mon, the motorbikes will be rusty by the time you're ready!"
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"If he dies, then it will be God's will."
"If that was meant to be comforting, it was not."
"Everyone dies eventually. Once you are born, you begin to die."
"That was not comforting either!"
"It is the way of the Creed. Usually our deaths are violent but quick."
Username: souki Name: yvonne fatima Age: twenty, almost twenty one although she won't tell any of you that. Gender: female Team: newly moved into alpha Rank: other (mostly used for infiltration and recon? :'D)
Appearance: yvonne is a tanned young woman with choppily cut black hair which lies in messy layers. the hair on her left side is left deliberately long, to conceal her triangle, which lies on her left ear lobe. she isn't buff, but instead lightly muscled where it counts. she's rather short at five feet five inches, and is no feather weight, with or without her weapons.
Skills: her "special" ability is to communicate with nature. she has made friends with a few select breezes that tag along to everywhere outside but only one sticks around even as she wanders indoors. this ability has made her quite the blackmailer. outside of her talent, yvonne particularly likes stealth and sticking it to the enemy... with a knife. for the enemy, the wind is never blowing in the right direction, the twigs never creak, and dust seems quite partial to their eyes whenever the annoying little nighthawk is around. in a fight with yvonne, a fight is never fair unless someone's found a way to fight arrange a battle in a completely sanitized vacuum devoid of everything but the combatants. while completely capable of holding her own in a fight, yvonne prefers to be in the back stealing things or whatnot while her more capable teammates duke it out if push comes to shove.
History: yvonne didn't attract much attention as a young child. she was always that girl who was hated people and would much rather read books (she would do almost anything to get her hands on books) than have to communicate. while she has a vague knowledge at best of other topics, she is extremely well versed in mythology. her parents were average members of the nighthawks. they always completed their missions, but were nothing special. however, the organization was their life and didn't spend much time with their child until a slip of tongue revealed just how promising young yvonne could be. realizing that their daughter could be what they couldn't, her parents began working even harder. however, good as one may be, everyone slips up, and after father dearest hurt his hip, her parents retired when the girl turned eighteen. yvonne, who had never been bad at what she did, began trying harder after her parents stopped actively working for the organization.
Personality: if anything, her personality is to hide her personality from other people. she is unpredictable and quite prone to fits of anger. the only thing that can be confirmed about her personality is that she enjoys keeping others in the dark about her, while she learns about others--something not unbelievably difficult thanks to her gift. she's almost perpetually smiling and grinning, but everyone who knows a thing about her has come to realize that it's just another one of the many layers of defenses she keeps up at all times.