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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie!          Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 723 days Last activity: 723 days |
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| Name: The Demon
Age: Confidential (Mid-20s) Nationality: US Skillset: Close Quarters Combat: 7 Gunplay: 4 Leadership: 0 Technological Knowledge: 9 Business Sense: 0 Background: (Read my Soldier of Fortune story, Hacker Assassin, Juice, and The Demon.) Unknown. Believed to have worked for and against the US government. Highly trained CQC assassin blessed with innate knowledge of computers and their systems. Gifted linguist, able to assume the lives of anyone and kill anything either through the networks of the internet or in person. Carries two custom-made, silencer equipped 9mm Beretta pistols supplied with a seemingly unlimited supply of custom-made 9mm rounds each engraved with the letter "X" on them. Always in his possession is a military-grade Toughbook CF-27 laptop computer and a silver Motorola RAZR cell phone. Impeccably dressed at all times, he wears only the finest Armani suits--all black--perfectly pressed and laundered. Black suit jacket, black silk pants, black silk dress shirt, and a white Christian Dior tie. Sunglasses are a must, as he has to hide a pair of solid white eyes--no pupils ever show. His shoes, always polished to a high luster, made of the finest and toughest leathers. He sometimes carries a small, branded Activision messenger bag. Weapons often change to a beautifully crafted Japanese katana or several Japanese kunai (much like Naruto fashion), but only in special circumstances. A black face mask covers his lips and chin. A pair of the finest leather gloves often found their ways into his assortment. It is believed that his government instructed him in several forms of combat and the ancient arts of Ninjitsu. It is also known that he speaks and learns language very quickly, holding a large grasp on Mandarin Chinese, Japanese, Cantonese, English (American and British), French (Canadian and France), German, Norwegian, Castillian, and Spanish. He speaks like a native of each language, making it quite difficult to determine his origin. For good measure, he hardly speaks, but for this assignment, he'll make an exception. For, on previous tasks, anyone whom ever heard his voice never lived long enough to recount their findings to anyone. For this assignment, he has chosen to speak as little as possible, resulting in his primary forms of communications being his cell phone (text messaging and voice-encrypting) and laptop. The room falls silent as the lights above quickly extinguish. When light returns to the room, a man dressed only in black with a white tie and sunglasses sits at one of the previous empty chairs. A closed laptop computer rests in front of him and a cell phone rests on top of the laptop. No one heard or saw him enter. He removes his sunglasses, revealing the eyes that gave him his name--the solid white orbs that make him The Demon. He swallows, and mutters through his face mask in a low voice, "I apologize for my late arrival, Jack. I had...things...to take care of." (Last edited by Zabuza on 11-19-05 09:58 PM) |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 723 days Last activity: 723 days |
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| The Demon glanced at the scrawled plans across the table and smirked underneath his face mask. He replaced his sunglasses, and opened his laptop. In an instant, plans of the entire country downloaded to the computer. He closed the laptop, and stood up placing the cell phone in front of him, open and on speakerphone. Through the cell phone, a muffled, altered voice spoke out:
"We all have our talents. Your plans apply to the standard mercenary, and for that I applaud you. However, I'm a highly trained computer specialist, and a highly trained deadly assassin. Where you place me is up to you, for I can handle myself in any situation." "The question here is, how well do I work in a team setting? I don't. But, for this, I can make an exception. Unlike everyone else in this room, I was able to enter a room that was sealed behind three feet of stainless steel, protected by seven electromagnetic locks on four different circuits, and motion sensors designed to pick up even the slightest motions of a person breathing. By all accounts, no person without authorization should have been able to enter the building. I, however, got into the room with no signs of how I did it." "And, I could have easily disposed of everyone in this room. So, your decision, Jack, lies on where you want to place me. Should I walk the lines between both groupings, or shall I concentrate on one or the other? The decision is yours." He paused to secure the laptop to his back, and picked up the cellular phone, "Please let me know as soon as you know for I have certain entities I must dispose at the moment. You know where to find me," he closed the cell phone, nodded towards the room full of people and walked towards the sealed door. Before anyone could unlock the doors, he placed an ungloved hand on the center of the door. A surge of bodily energy instantly shot through the door instantly and audibly unlocking all seven electromagnetic locks. The door smoothly slid open. "There is no room on this planet that can keep me out or keep me in. There is no computer on this planet that can keep me out or keep me in. There is no man, woman, or child on this planet that can keep me from my objectives." He whispered through the mask. |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 723 days Last activity: 723 days |
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| We're also talking time and money. There are cutoff ages for the government positions. But, I appreciate the input. I was thinking of heading towards Criminal Justice, but I still want to be a government hacker. I don't think I'm particularly cut-out for any field agent type duties... | |||
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 723 days Last activity: 723 days |
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| I want to live in Naruto's world, just because I would love to be so connected to nature yet still a little electronic savvy. I'd like a futuristic world as well, but what if we already live in anime but don't know it? | |||
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 723 days Last activity: 723 days |
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| Hmm, I wonder why your body must be very high **sarcasm**.
I don't like my life thingy, but eh. |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 723 days Last activity: 723 days |
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| OOC: Cairoi, my character is the Demon, not the Death. Close, but not close enough.
BIC: The Demon hadn't left but was stationed atop the building, the wind ruffling his trenchcoat slightly, as he listened to an implanted device he had placed underneath the boardroom table. He removed a small power laser from his breast pocket and began cutting a small hole the size of his body in the ceiling. After removing and securing the panel to the roof, he dropped into the ventilation ducts and made his way towards the conference room. Once over the table, he quietly cut another hole in the ceiling, stashing the ceiling panel in the ventilation duct before dropping onto the table. Everyone except Honore and Evo jumped in their seats. He removed his cell phone, opened it and placed it on the table set to speakerphone once again, then backflipped onto the ground; trenchcoat trailing behind him. "Honore, the Frenchman, I believe you and I have some planning to do. Jack is a funny man, confusing my name with Death. I don't blame him. He has seen the spoils of my work." He paused to sit down at a chair across from Honore, his white eyes staring through the jet-black sunglasses at the man seated before him. "I am not a petty thief, but if we need supplies, I have connections all over Europe and Asia that might be wiling, with a little coaxing, to provide for us. How do you suppose we carry this out?" The Demon leaned backwards in his chair. As he spoke, no one could perceive the motions of his mouth underneath the mask...it was as if he was communicating through brainpower alone. He looked around the room at the others, then stood up, clapped his hands together, and bowed. "My apologies. I should not have been so rude as to not introduce myself to the rest of you. Before you stands the only assassin never to leave witnesses and only stories. I am the fabled hero of the hacking community. I am known," He removed his sunglasses again to reveal the solid white eyes, "as The Demon." He replaced his sunglasses and sat down in front of Honore again, watching the others around the room, waiting for Honore's response. |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 723 days Last activity: 723 days |
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| Hooray for lameness! Happy Birthday! I'll send you along whatever happy birthday boy or girl stripper you'd like. Or, I might just keep the boy.
Anyway, have fun on your day celebrating the moment you entered this wretched planet! P.S., you ever need to talk, you know where to find me... |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 723 days Last activity: 723 days |
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| Yeah, well, I'm not your typical flamer gay man. Hell, I don't even know what category I fall into. It's just a sexual preference, it's not my entire lifestyle. I'm still a man, I still go to work, I still go about my life. Gayness is just an aspect of my life.
If it helps me get jobs and scholarships, then woo-hoo. Coping? What is there to cope about? |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 723 days Last activity: 723 days |
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| "Freudian?", the sound of his altered voice eminating from the open cell phone on the table, "That's strictly for sexually related things. If you're implying that he has some kind of fetish with death, I don't want to tread there."
He watched the two that arrived enter the room, and immediately recognized the Trip of Death. He had been assigned many years ago to dispose of the Trip, but after his employer fell through with payment, he spared the life of the Trip. "Trip of Death, we meet again." Unbeknownst to the Trip, the Demon had encountered him several times before. Almost a rival, but not quite. Trip of Death had no idea who he was, having never seen him before...only hearing of The Demon's accomplishments. "How's the MAS holding up? Been meaning to give you a few updates on that thing, but you're a little difficult to approach." The Demon turned his attention back to Talea. "My reputation preceeds me, yet again. It is fortunate that I didn't discover you that night, or you wouldn't be sitting here today. It is not like The Demon to disclose details on previous...er...jobs." He paused to stare at his closed laptop computer. "I'm sure we'll need funding." He opened the computer and started typing, "I've got several Swiss accounts set up to cover certain tasks, how does $23 million dollars sound?" (Last edited by Zabuza on 11-23-05 12:13 AM) |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 723 days Last activity: 723 days |
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Hey, I found your dancing ninja guy with an iPod:
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 723 days Last activity: 723 days |
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| Okay, we'll see you when you're done with your hissy fit.
Or, you can counter with a hissy fit of your own and continue to post... |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 723 days Last activity: 723 days |
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| Upon receiving the small piece of paper, he inputted the number and email into his computer, rolled up the paper and flicked it across the room.
"I'll take your silence as an acceptance of this money. I shall have it delivered, in unmarked circulated small bills, to my estate in France later this afternoon." "If you'll all excuse me, I have a few business partners to meet with." He stood up, and closed his cell phone, replacing his glasses, and picking up the laptop. He lifted himself through the ventilation shafts and back out onto the roof, where he dropped down to a sleek, black Prius sitting next to the building. Once inside, he dialed up a phone number marked "X3" in his addressbook. Two short rings, then a gruff sounding voice answered on the other end. "Demon? What brings this pleasure to my ears?" "Can it, Koji. The Demon has a request. I can meet you in Taipei in two hours, at the usual place." "You dare challenge the Yakuza, Demon?" "Yes. Meet, or no?" "Why should I meet with you, Demon? What proposition could you possibly have that the Yakuza would like to deal with you?" "Fine, have it your way. But, if you don't live to see tomorrow, it's not my fault." There was a pause on the line. The Demon glanced at Talea's phone number as he pulled the vehicle into his private airport stopping at the foot of his helicopter. "YOU DARE CHALLENGE THE YAKU-", sound of gun clicking in background, "on second thought, Demon, your partner, Devil, has helped me change my views. I'll see you in two hours." The Demon smiled under his mask. It was nice that his life partner had wanted to share in the family business, and become the fabled counterpart to the Demon--the Devil. Name: The Devil Age: Confidential (mid-20s) Nationality: Japan Skills: Close Quarters Combat: 10 Gunplay: 6 Leadership: 0 Technological Knowledge: 0 Business Sense: 4 Early in his career, The Devil stumbled upon The Demon in a bar in Osaka. They hit it off, and declared their love for each other. As time went on, The Demon couldn't continue the lies, and disclosed everything he really did to The Devil. With much training, The Devil became who he is now. It became the family business. They each had cover jobs. The Demon was a rich and powerful businessman excelling in the computer industry. The Devil was a powerful anime producer working in Tokyo. This was where the money came from. His life was entirely devoted to The Demon. And, their son, whom knew nothing of their lives. Their fifteen-year-old Steven, whom only suspected something of his fathers. He spent days bringing the world the best anime ever, and nights securing their financial futures and helping The Demon to rid the world of all evil. Devil always carries two silencer equipped 9mm Berettas, a digital zoom equipped sniper SKS rifle, and a set of shuriken, katanas, and kunai. Dressed in a jet-black, pressed Armani suit complete with a fire-red Christian Dior tie, deep-red leather gloves, and flame-red eyes behind a set of mirrored sunglasses. They were a matching pair, almost. "I guess I should call Talea." (Last edited by Zabuza on 11-23-05 01:00 AM) |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 723 days Last activity: 723 days |
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You know, it seems about right. (Last edited by Zabuza on 11-23-05 04:32 AM) |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 723 days Last activity: 723 days |
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| You never hear grandma yell:
"Help! I've fallen in a slutty position!" Just had to share. |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 723 days Last activity: 723 days |
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| The helicopter touched down in a remote field somewhere in Taipei. In the distance, a short Asian man clad in black suit with a red dress shirt stood with two larger bodyguards. Across from him stood The Devil, both silencer equipped 9mms trained at the guards. The Demon disembarked the helicopter and walked towards the men. He tapped The Devil, then walked right up to Koji.
He removed his cell phone and flipped it open. "I need men. I have a large proposition to make to you and other people on this planet. But, I need cooperation. I can either have my militia, or I can work alone. The choice is yours." Koji leaned forward, and pressed a single gloved finger to the chest of the Demon. The Demon quickly shoved him back, Koji's gaurds reaching for their guns. Each fell heavily to the ground, two perfectly centered bullet wounds placed in each eye. The Demon and The Devil's guns slowly smoking in the crisp evening air. The Demon reholstered his weapons. "Your decision, sir?" Koji nodded and stepped backwards. The Demon, having secured the aid of the Japanese Yakuza, turned to walk towards The Devil. A brief nod exchanged between the two assassins, and The Demon boarded the helicopter. It was the job of The Devil to make this scene appear like an accident. It was going to be difficult, but not impossible. The Demon's cell phone started ringing. It was Telea. |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 723 days Last activity: 723 days |
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| "Talea, I've got the Yakuza on my side, and I'm working on acquiring certain technologies from the Triads. Just needed to warn you that Heathrow might be on the lookout for people like us. Keep yourself inconspicuous while you're there." Click.
The Demon returned to London in a change of clothes--pressed blue suit and silver tie complete with a set of brown contacts--to meet a few other business people there. He had meetings in his London branch, and would probably be occupied the rest of the day. His assistant, Brandon, would handle all further calls and affairs for the day. Name: Brandon Nelson Age: 18 Nationality: US Skills: CQC: 0 Gun: 0 Leader: 5 Tech: 5 Biz: 10 Number 1 personal assistant to The Demon, both on corporate business and assassin business, he came to him early on and helps to maintain The Demon's cover. Without him, The Demon's primary company conglomerate, would fail. He's paid dearly for his duties, becoming the highest paid personal assistant worldwide. A strong business sense helps him, and his boss, excel beyond their wildest dreams. He is often the other voice heard through the cell phone. The Demon dialed held down the 2 button on his phone. "Almodovar Enterprises, this is Brandon speaking, how may I help you?" "Brandon, I'll be in London in a few hours. Toshio will be in tow, but he needs to meet my other employers. Can you ensure that he arrives okay?" "Yes, sir, I can. You have two meetings, both moved to later this afternoon, one with the prime minister of transportation and the other with the prime minister of defense. I'll go ahead and call Jack. Your vehicle will be waiting for you at Heathrow when you arrive." "Do me a favor, go with him." There was a slight hesitation on the line. "Alright." |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 723 days Last activity: 723 days |
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| I apparently was invited to thanksgiving dinner with someone, but I can't remember who! I don't even remember what I did last year!
I'll be happy to tag along with anyone! Or, you could come here! |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 723 days Last activity: 723 days |
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| Thankfully, all of my half-sibling are older than I am. But, I have many little cousins all within walking distance that love to torment me.
This is why I have a car. |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 723 days Last activity: 723 days |
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| Come to think of it, I worked last Thanksgiving. And, I think the last two Thanksgivings before that. I think this will be the first Thanksgiving since I started working where I won't be working... | |||
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 723 days Last activity: 723 days |
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| My entire family
If you've met even a few members of my family, you'll know what I'm talking about. With the exception of Junior, everyone else is just a few degrees south of sanity and perfection. To make me the most sane person in the family just indicates how screwed up they are. We have a running gag where we figure out where all the intelligence went. I'll tell you where it went...all of it into me; whatever's left into Junior. Me If you've met me in person, I'm sorry. |
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