Warrior Cats: The Four Clans

Username- Briarpaw

Agent Name- Guinevere "Patruskia" Choroskia

Gender- Female

Age- Twenty-six

Agent Rank- Squad Technician Specialist (Techie) or Squad Heavy Weapons

Agent Appearance- Everyone has complimented on Guinevere's apperance, much to her dismay, as she believes that is not the case.  With her rather small stature of 5'6, Guinevere's tarnished, glacier blue eyes stare out from a golden toned face.  Her hair falls two to three inches below her sholders, and is a onyx black shade which contrasts nicely with her eyes.  She is quite picky when pertaning to clothing.  A light pair of cargo pants, that shape her nicely, a light grey long-sleaved shirt, black leather boots with silver brass buckles, a light fitting black jacket, and a backpack slung across one sholder is what she wears.  She also carries an array of weapons, concealed behind the backpack. 

Agent Personality Profile- At first glance, Guinevere can seem to portray a aura of calculating coldness that erupts around her like a sheild.  She is a very difficult person to read, which makes her personality hard to describe.  Usually she's a keep-to-your-self kind of person and finds it very hard to trust people she does not know.  Guinevere is witty, often never missing a word or phrase in conversations and has the talent of reading facial expressions.  She tends to walk away from conversations or topics that don't apease her which causes her to seem aloof and reserved.  This quality atracts the opposite sex, much to her annoyance, and makes her seem almost exotic compared to most women.  By using her amazing ability to lie on comand, Guinevere uses this ablity to control her emotions and keep them tightly locked away. Charasmatic, she can draw people close to herself in a heartbeat but does not give away friendship so easly. 

Additional Information- (Optional)

-- Edited by Briarpaw on Wednesday 9th of November 2011 01:16:30 AM

OOC; Welcome you guys! Ivo reserved the Techie spot... Sorry Briar! I will make you heavy weapons, unless you want to suggest a different type of specialist ^^"
Anyway, give me a moment to post your characters up and we can start!

OOC; Guess we can get started! Okay, you guys can model yourselves after my post as I manage to get it all set up.

IC;

'Welcome Agent William Cassidy', the screen kept flashing as the tall dark haired man sat across from it. He had to admit that wasn't exactly what he was expecting. He had been trained since the day he was released from his life-sustainment pod to be the best, even among those who were exactly like him. WC-1863... The only name he ever knew besides "Ghost Town". Those two letter and four number identified exactly who he was, not this new fancy name he was given. William Cassidy, both names started with the letters of his former name WC-1863. He had been one of two thousand that were as diverse as the moon and the sun. He had won his victory by their blood.
He had been selected among those two thousand, just as his teammates had done across the country. Cassidy was to be the leader of this squad, it had been set up that way. He had been bred to be the Commander and weapons expert. He had been raised at an underground complex devoted to those who competed for the very position that he now occupied. He had never met the others in his squad but they would have done the same thing in their complexes across the country.
Hardened dark eyes stared continuously at the screen, the word terminated burned in to his mind. Everyone he had ever known or come to care about in that complex was terminated. He couldn't explain the horrible feeling that rose within him at that thought. He had no words for this feeling.
The sound of a door opening caught the man's attention. Standing within the brightly lit doorway was a tall, beautiful woman. William was not impressed. With the technology for bio-engineering the perfect agents, the had long since perfected the ability to make anyone beautiful. Of course they didn't spend much time attempting to make the agents handsome or beautiful, it rarely helped them in combat. However there were anomalies of good genes that influenced beautiful people to be born in to the program, unfortunately Cassidy was not one of them. He had nice enough looks, however in this society he was considered ugly.
The woman looked him up and down, not to impressed herself. With a half frown on her face she called out, "Agent Cassidy, a pleasure." Of course she didn't sound like she meant it, no one ever did when it came to Bio-Agents. The woman held a manilla folder in her hand, the word 'Classified' stamped in bright red ink. She held it close to her hip, though she obviously meant for him to see it. She noticed his eyes were on the folder and she grinned, "Oh no, no Agent Cassidy, this is for the Supreme Commander and Chief's eyes only."
William lifted his brow at her, "Then why did you even bother to bring it in here?"
She gave him a patronizing smile, "Because its drop off point is along my way. Now would you please follow me. I am to escort you to the room where you will meet your new team."
William sneered at her, the stubble on his face following the contours of his mouth. He nodded to her as she moved out before he followed her. She led him down a long well lit hallway colored like dull steel. The floors were made of tile and the woman's high heels clicked along easily with a rhythm that would have caught any man's attention, any man's except William "Ghost Town" Cassidy. He cared nothing for this woman and her looks. He had not had any contact with those of the opposite gender. Those who had been bred for the role of Commander had only been boys, as well the custom when selecting agents.
The woman led him to a pair of large doors, dark brown and sleek. She opened one and waited for him to enter the room, gently brushing his shoulder as he passed. "Excuse me," she flirted playfully and yet condescendingly.
William's dark eyes pierced her blue ones. He growled out darkly at her, "Next time watch yourself. Any one of my kind would be knowledgeable enough to know you don't bump anyone if you hope to keep your whole body in tact."
The woman looked startled, obviously she hadn't expected this sort of reply. She watched him, dumbfound, as he explored the spacious room. It was a large rectangular conference room with wooden panelling, modeled after older eras. Bookshelves lined the walls filled with some of the world's last hard copy books. A large oval conference table took up most of the center of the room and was outlined with plush chairs, a comfort he was not used to. A stack of manilla folders lay on one end of the table, presumably where someone of great importance would sit and look at him and his Bio-Agents with arrogance.
William sat down not to far from the spot with the folders and waited. He was the first to arrive and quite frankly he was fed up with these games. The message from the introduction vid he had seen buzzed in his mind. Someone had broken in to his instructional holo vid in order to tell him that his whole world was a lie. He would wait and see if the others had had a similar encrypted user ID break in to the main frame. Perhaps this was only a test to see if they would obey orders. Whatever was going on, William was not liking it.

OOC: Sorry it took me so long!!!

OOC; Perfectly fine ^^

IC:

William watched as the first of his squad entered the room. She was tall, thin and moved with grace that he had never seen. He lifted a brow at her though he said nothing. The way she moved her body spoke to him more than the blue eyed woman's who had brought him here did. Watched as she moved in to the room, dark eyes watching her from where he sat. Stiffly, sat back and brought his hand to rest against his face. He leaned his elbow against the arm of the chair and studied the woman who was before him. She had complete control over her body, that was evident in the way she moved. He was unsure of what her speciality was, but long range weapons would be wasted on the natural talent of her movements.
William rubbed his hand against his chin, scratching at the stubble there. The quiet that extended before them was unsettling, though William still refused to speak. The others would be arriving shortly and he wished to see them all before communicating with them. Certainly the one in charge of all this would address them and give them their mission. Then the thought of the strange encrypted message popped in to his mind again. He couldn't shake the paranoid feelings within him.