Post by Izzy on Jan 28, 2010 19:29:55 GMT -5
Name: My name is Echo Jessa Everlett
Aliases: The Masked Dagger
Gender: I am obviously a FEMALE, if you can’t tell, well, then you MUST be dense.
Age: I’m 24 years of age, pretty young… well, for most people.
Picture: This is me, and it’s hard to believe this “innocent” face is an assassin, right? .
outfit:
Preferred method for assassinating (have fun with this): Hm… well, I do enjoy shooting people, but stabbing is great if you want them to suffer a slow, painful death, so, stabbing, definitely.
Equipment:
Fighting Skills: Karate
Targets Eliminated : I’ve eliminated none yet, unless you include my parents. But just wait…
Supporters (if any member pledges to support your rise to the council for every rank post here, but if they post they want to retract the support be honest and remove their name):
Back-story:
I grew up in a house of pain, torture, chaos and I was sure that my parents were out to ruin my life. I had five younger brothers and five older sisters. The chaos, obviously, was made by them.
My parents and sisters would always go out somewhere and I was stuck “babysitting” the boys. This was the torture part of my life. They would pull my hair, slap my face, step on my toes… the only good brother I had was my 2 year old brother. He was a sweetheart.
The pain was caused by my parents. They beat me when I was home late, when I talked back, or refused to clean the house. My arms are now covered in bruises and scars because of them.
When I was only fifteen, my 13 year old brother convinced my parents he should buy a gun… and my 10 year old brother was always trying to play darts with the cutting knives. Idiots.
I guess they got me hooked on fighting and crap.
So my brother got his gun… I stole it from him after her shot the neighbor’s dog.
Two nights after my parents beat me again; I took the gun and shot them in their sleep. Yeah, how blunt of me to just admit that… but its true.
After killing my parents, I ran away, but not after dying my hair so the cops wouldn’t catch me. I ran a long ways before stopping at an alley, where I kept myself safe with my gun in my pocket, loaded and ready to shoot.
I ended up dropping the gun during my journey after finding a pretty cool knife, I learnt how to use that and began attached to it. I then found a store that sold swords and stuff. With the money I had, I bought a sword… a nice one too.
From then, I just… decided to become an assassin. It was the only way to eliminate people who saw me kill. And a few times, I felt guilty, but I’ve learnt to overcome that guilt.
Aliases: The Masked Dagger
Gender: I am obviously a FEMALE, if you can’t tell, well, then you MUST be dense.
Age: I’m 24 years of age, pretty young… well, for most people.
Picture: This is me, and it’s hard to believe this “innocent” face is an assassin, right? .
outfit:
Preferred method for assassinating (have fun with this): Hm… well, I do enjoy shooting people, but stabbing is great if you want them to suffer a slow, painful death, so, stabbing, definitely.
Equipment:
Fighting Skills: Karate
Targets Eliminated : I’ve eliminated none yet, unless you include my parents. But just wait…
Supporters (if any member pledges to support your rise to the council for every rank post here, but if they post they want to retract the support be honest and remove their name):
Back-story:
I grew up in a house of pain, torture, chaos and I was sure that my parents were out to ruin my life. I had five younger brothers and five older sisters. The chaos, obviously, was made by them.
My parents and sisters would always go out somewhere and I was stuck “babysitting” the boys. This was the torture part of my life. They would pull my hair, slap my face, step on my toes… the only good brother I had was my 2 year old brother. He was a sweetheart.
The pain was caused by my parents. They beat me when I was home late, when I talked back, or refused to clean the house. My arms are now covered in bruises and scars because of them.
When I was only fifteen, my 13 year old brother convinced my parents he should buy a gun… and my 10 year old brother was always trying to play darts with the cutting knives. Idiots.
I guess they got me hooked on fighting and crap.
So my brother got his gun… I stole it from him after her shot the neighbor’s dog.
Two nights after my parents beat me again; I took the gun and shot them in their sleep. Yeah, how blunt of me to just admit that… but its true.
After killing my parents, I ran away, but not after dying my hair so the cops wouldn’t catch me. I ran a long ways before stopping at an alley, where I kept myself safe with my gun in my pocket, loaded and ready to shoot.
I ended up dropping the gun during my journey after finding a pretty cool knife, I learnt how to use that and began attached to it. I then found a store that sold swords and stuff. With the money I had, I bought a sword… a nice one too.
From then, I just… decided to become an assassin. It was the only way to eliminate people who saw me kill. And a few times, I felt guilty, but I’ve learnt to overcome that guilt.
