'Saoirse!' Talwen called out from her place at the watchtower. Saoirse blinked, and looked up. Her friend was waving from the top of the tower. In a few minutes, the waving hand disappeared and she could see Talwen running down the stone cold steps. Saoirse grinned, and gave the cuffs that bound her to Tadhg a soft pull, enough for him to understand she wanted to dismount.
Getting down from his horse, Tadhg came over and helped Saoirse dismount from Amergin. He was suddenly pulled out of his skin [metaphorically, not literally] when Talwen came rushing over and gave her friend a hug as though they'd haven't seen each other for years.
'Saoirse!' Talwen yelled in her friend's ear. Saoirse winced. Tadhg, meanwhile, looked faintly amused. 'Won't you introduce me, Saoirse?'
'Right,' Saoirse nodded. Talwen looked at Tadhg with a half-wary, half-amusing look on her face. 'This is Tadhg, one of my father's new knights.'
'Pleasure,' Talwen held out her hand. Tadhg planted a polite kiss on it. 'Likewise, Miss...?'
'Talwen,' she replied. 'Daughter of Gawain and Panama.'
'Ah,' Tadhg looked mildly surprised. 'It's an honor to serve with your father, Miss Talwen.'
Saoirse opened her mouth before either of them could say anything else. 'Shall we go, Tadhg?' she gave the chain a vicious tug, calling Talwen's attention to it. She looked up with bemusement in her eyes. 'What's with the chain?'
Tadhg and Saoirse exchanged looks. 'My father's stupid idea,' Saoirse rolled her eyes. 'He wants Tadhg to tame me.'
Talwen nodded in understanding. 'So now, the question is, will you let him tame you?'
Silence. Then another voice rang out. 'Talwen!'
Talwen's eyes lit up. 'Father!' she cried as the rest of the knights galloped towards the trio. Saoirse scowled darkly, and looked at Tadhg. 'If you don't mind I'd really like to avoid Arthur.' Without waiting for an answer, she grabbed the reins to her horse and led the way to the stables. Tadhg followed suit, leaving Talwen by the gates to greet the knights.
In the stables, Saoirse was having a problem to groom Amergin. Everytime she tried to jerk her hand to make her job more comfortable, she would be jerked back by Tadhg's hand, who was surprisingly strong, almost pulling her off her feet a couple of times. In the end, she went and confronted him directly. 'Do you mind?'
Tadhg looked up and shook his head. 'No.' He continued grooming. Saoirse bit her lip. 'Hey,' she cried out. 'I'm asking you something.' She strode over to him and glared at him. He looked at her again. 'What?' he said calmly, replacing the brush and curry comb.
Acting the part of spoilt brat again, Saoirse scowled. 'I need to groom my horse.'
'And?'
She rolled her eyes. 'And I can't do that if you keep pulling me.' Waited for his answer. Waited for him to yell at her.
But instead....
'Come on,' he took her hand and dragged her over to Amergin, picking up the brush and curry comb. Placing the two items in her hand, Tadhg stepped back. 'Go ahead and groom your horse.'
Wary, Saoirse took the brush and curry comb, alternating between the two to clean Amergin. Her rhythm started to falter when she realized that Tadhg was still watching her. 'What?' she asked.
'Nothing,' he shook his head. 'It's just...you're doing it all wrong. Brush your horse vigorously. They like that.'
'I did,' she snapped in exasperation. 'I just can't when you're watching me. You're incredibly annoying.'
'So are you.' He laughed. 'Come, this way.' Standing behind her, he grabbed her hand and guided her through the grooming process. With him so near her, Saoirse felt strangely comfortable, even more so than when she was with Aodhfin. Biting her lip, she turned around...and found herself merely inches apart from Tadhg. He looked down. 'Yes?'
'I'm sorry.' She said it quickly, not wanting to prolong her embarassment. He nodded. 'What about?'
Saoirse took a huge breath. 'I don't know. My attitude, maybe? I...I had no right to lash out at you like I did. I'm sorry.'
'Sorry enough to apologize twice?'
Saoirse caught herself, before noticing the twinkling in Tadhg's eyes. 'That was mean and unnecessary,' she growled, unable to stop herself ffrom grinning. Heavens above, what had he done to her?
'Yes,' he replied. 'But you liked it.'
'Oh, very funny! I suppose you--'
'Suppose what?' Arthur called out. Both of them blinked as they turned towards him. Behind Arthur, Bors and the other knights entered the stables also, Talwen bringing up the rear with her father Gawain. 'Suppose what?' Arthur repeated again. At that moment only did Tadhg and Saoirse realized how close they really were. Pouting ever so slightly, Saoirse moved out towards Gawain. 'Sir, who were the Romans?'
Gawain exchanged looks with his superior; it probably looks a bit unfair that Gawain's relationship to Saoirse was much smoother than Arthur's with his daughter. Shaking his head, Arthur nodded. Gawain started talking. 'The Romans are part of a patrol escorting a Roman commander called Flavian Marcius, who's basically the equivalent of Arthur Castus, former Roman officer,' here, Gawain sniggered, 'back to Rome. Marcius is the godson of the Bishop Larcius, cousin of Bishop Germanius. That's why he's getting royal treatment.'
Ganis nodded. 'And that's also the part of the reason why they're requesting to stay here, at Hadrian's Wall.'
Talwen caught the uncertainty. 'Part of?'
'Yes,' Pembroke, one of the new knights, spoke up. 'Apparently they were--' he sniggered, '--attacked by Woads on the way.' He failed to notice Saoirse's raised eyebrows and continued. 'Anyway, their supplies were gone, and a couple of their horses were stolen in the middle of the night. They blamed everything on the Woads. Probably lost their stuff themselves and too proud to admit it.'
'Aye,' Orionus piped up. 'That's why their commander's requesting a week or so at Hadrian's Wall to stock up their supplies and all.'
Saoirse turned to her father. 'And you said yes?'
Arthur shrugged helplessly. 'Saoirse, what could I say?'
'You could've said no!'
'The Romans were civil to us once. I was once a Roman myself. We should do the same.'
'Civil?' a look of disbelief crossed his daughter's face. 'They insulted my mother's people. They insulted my people. If you grant their request,' her eyes grew cold. 'I will not enter Hadrian's Wall until they leave. Bors.'
'Aye, Saoirse?'
'Where's the key for the lock?" Saoirse turned to him. 'Since I'm leaving, I don't want to Tadhg to be deprived of his stay at the tavern.' Exchanging looks with Arthur, Bors held out the key. Saoirse took it and unlocked the metal cuffs, leaving them dangling on Tadhg's wrist.
'Saoirse,' Tadhg said gently. 'Let it go,' this time in Gaelic. He took her arm. 'Your father's trying to do the right thing here. Don't give up on him.' Ignoring his words, she pulled away and immediately saddled her horse. 'Saoirse! Don't walk out on me!'
At this point she crumpled mentally. Burying her face in Amergin's mane so that the knights, especially Arthur, wouldn't see her sobbing, she spoke up quietly. 'What do you want me to do, Tadhg?'
He spoke again in Gaelic. 'I want you to calm down and think. These Romans insulted your people, yes, but until they aim it directly at you, it's a waste of time trying to best them. Instead, wait for them to make the first move. It's just like swordplay. Wait for them to start playing before you join in. Have faith in your father, Saoirse. He knows what he's doing.'
Saoirse nodded. Brushing her arm across her eyes quickly to wipe away her tears, she stood up straight, looking more regal and calmer than Arthur had ever seen her. 'When are they coming?'
'Before the sun sets tomorrow,' he answered. Saoirse nodded. 'Call me when they come.' Stepping forward, she grabbed the metal cuff and replaced it on her wrist. Turning to her father, she finally betrayed a hint of loneliness and love. 'It's good to have you back,' she said quietly, burying her head against him in an affectionate hug.
Tuesday 30 October 2007
X Marks The Spot [Part 2]
Ten years later....
Jules Finley sat down, binoculars held up to her eyes. They were trained on a man in a brown fedora and army coat. Colonel Branden Polansky. He was her target. Wanted by both the Russian and American government, Polansky was one of the most hardcore criminals on the lose. And she was ordered to take him down.
Reaching down, Jules replaced the binoculars and grabbed her Beretta 501 sniper rifle. Looking through the scope, she aimed the crosshairs for Polansky's head. Giving a soft, barely audible, whistle, she waited.
Out of the blue, a figure swooped down in the night. Dermott, her Harris's Hawk, perched on Jules' gloved arm. 'Send him a message, Dermott,' she whispered quietly, placing an evergreen spruce in her palm. The hawk grabbed the spruve with a claw, spreaded its wings, and took off, heading for the Colonel, who was ready to board his limo when he heard the call of the Harris's Hawk.
For a moment, fear flickered past Polansky's face when he realized what it was. Dermott circled above him, dropping the spruce right in front of the Colonel. One of his aides picked it up. 'Colonel, it's a--'
'I know what it is, Caleb,' Polansky said softly. 'Be on your guard.'
Nodding, Caleb shouted a command to the other bodyguards, who immediately surrounded Polansky and his aide with a protective circle. At another command, the guards pulled out guns and various firearms.
Above them, Jules Hailey chuckled. It took more than that to stop her. 'Dasvidanya, Colonel,' she whispered. Aiming again, she pulled the trigger, the silencer on the rifle muffling the shot. The bullet hit Polansky at the back of the head. Blood was everywhere. His aides were frantically calling for medical assistance, but it was no use. He was a goner.
Slinging the gun over her back, Jules Hailey packed up her stuff and stood up, her profile evident. With another whistle, Dermott, who'd been perched on a streetlamp watching the whole scene, flew back to her, and perched on her arm. At that moment, Caleb looked up, just in time to see a figure vanishing into the darkness.
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'Well done, Ms. Hailey,' Lachlan Isaacs said, smiling. Jules wasn't. Her hands were clasped together, and she rested her chin on them as if she was praying. 'What happens next?'
'I'm sorry?'
'What happens next?' Jules repeated. 'What happens to me?' Lachlan shrugged. 'It's your call. You could do whatever you like, or go back to your old job as a researcher. As I've said, it's your call.'
Jules nodded, thinking. 'What happens if I want one last favor before I go?'
Lachlan smiled. 'What favor?'
'I need you to find my father,' Jules said. Lachlan started to speak but was interrupted. 'Not in the way you think. I just want to know where he is. I have issues to settle with him.'
'Okay,' Lachlan said after a long pause. 'After all you've done for us, we can do that.'
'Thank you.' Jules stood up. 'It's been a pleasure.'
'Likewise.' They shook hands.
Walking out of the room minutes later, Jules took one last look at her contact's office, before smiling and leaving the premises.
All she had to do now was wait.
Jules Finley sat down, binoculars held up to her eyes. They were trained on a man in a brown fedora and army coat. Colonel Branden Polansky. He was her target. Wanted by both the Russian and American government, Polansky was one of the most hardcore criminals on the lose. And she was ordered to take him down.
Reaching down, Jules replaced the binoculars and grabbed her Beretta 501 sniper rifle. Looking through the scope, she aimed the crosshairs for Polansky's head. Giving a soft, barely audible, whistle, she waited.
Out of the blue, a figure swooped down in the night. Dermott, her Harris's Hawk, perched on Jules' gloved arm. 'Send him a message, Dermott,' she whispered quietly, placing an evergreen spruce in her palm. The hawk grabbed the spruve with a claw, spreaded its wings, and took off, heading for the Colonel, who was ready to board his limo when he heard the call of the Harris's Hawk.
For a moment, fear flickered past Polansky's face when he realized what it was. Dermott circled above him, dropping the spruce right in front of the Colonel. One of his aides picked it up. 'Colonel, it's a--'
'I know what it is, Caleb,' Polansky said softly. 'Be on your guard.'
Nodding, Caleb shouted a command to the other bodyguards, who immediately surrounded Polansky and his aide with a protective circle. At another command, the guards pulled out guns and various firearms.
Above them, Jules Hailey chuckled. It took more than that to stop her. 'Dasvidanya, Colonel,' she whispered. Aiming again, she pulled the trigger, the silencer on the rifle muffling the shot. The bullet hit Polansky at the back of the head. Blood was everywhere. His aides were frantically calling for medical assistance, but it was no use. He was a goner.
Slinging the gun over her back, Jules Hailey packed up her stuff and stood up, her profile evident. With another whistle, Dermott, who'd been perched on a streetlamp watching the whole scene, flew back to her, and perched on her arm. At that moment, Caleb looked up, just in time to see a figure vanishing into the darkness.
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'Well done, Ms. Hailey,' Lachlan Isaacs said, smiling. Jules wasn't. Her hands were clasped together, and she rested her chin on them as if she was praying. 'What happens next?'
'I'm sorry?'
'What happens next?' Jules repeated. 'What happens to me?' Lachlan shrugged. 'It's your call. You could do whatever you like, or go back to your old job as a researcher. As I've said, it's your call.'
Jules nodded, thinking. 'What happens if I want one last favor before I go?'
Lachlan smiled. 'What favor?'
'I need you to find my father,' Jules said. Lachlan started to speak but was interrupted. 'Not in the way you think. I just want to know where he is. I have issues to settle with him.'
'Okay,' Lachlan said after a long pause. 'After all you've done for us, we can do that.'
'Thank you.' Jules stood up. 'It's been a pleasure.'
'Likewise.' They shook hands.
Walking out of the room minutes later, Jules took one last look at her contact's office, before smiling and leaving the premises.
All she had to do now was wait.
Sunday 28 October 2007
A Medieval Story [Part 2]
Saoirse pulled at the metal cuffs that bound her to her captor, Tadhg. She let out another groan, accompanied by another pull at the cuffs. Tadhg was almost jerked off of his saddle, and he shot her with a glare so intense Saoirse had to turn away. 'Sorry,' she muttered under her breath.
Surprisingly, Tadhg heard the apology, and gave her a wry smile. 'Look, Saoirse, I.......this is not what I had in mind when I joined your father's knights.'
She raised a delicate eyebrow. 'How did you meet him?' she asked, kicking Amergin's flanks, urging her horse forward so she was riding side by side Tadhg.
Tadhg shrugged. 'I met your father when I was in Opirlay. It's a town...well it's smaller than that, so I guess you could call it a settlement. Your father's men were stopping for the night, and I was passing by the settlement at the time. Bors and Gawain invited me to share their meal, ended up fighting both of them when they lost a bet, and I've been travelling with the knights since.' He flashed a mischievous grin.
Saoirse burst out laughing. There was nothing remotely amusing about his tale, but Tadhg was...different. It usually took Talwen, her best friend in the world, a lot of effort just to entice one wry chuckle out of her, but around Tadhg....it was just so easy to laugh with him, talk with him, even fall..
Fall in love with him?
Saoirse blinked. Where did that come from? She shook her head. After all these time, was it still possible? A sudden chuckle brought her back to reality, and she found herself looking at Tadhg, who had a soft grin on his face. 'Penny for your thoughts?'
'I'm sorry?'
'You looked so confused,' Tadhg explained. 'I thought you might have something heavy on your mind. Would you care to share? Sometimes it's much better when you let it out.'
Saoirse started to open her mouth, but closed it. 'You wouldn't understand it.'
'Then make me understand.'
She ran her fingers through her hair. Those four words were so simple, but she couldn't. How could she make Tadhg understand her loss of Aodhfin? Aodhfin, her childhood playmate. Her teacher. They were so close. For years he'd always been there. He'd even left her a small gift when he'd have to leave for home. His signet ring, a present from his brother. It was a small band of silver, with leaves of evergreen woven around it. He gave it to her, and she'd always worn it on a chain around her neck.
Without thinking, Saoirse's hand dipped into her shirt and took the ring out, toying with it as she rode on, remembering about their times together. Tadhg blinked when he saw the ring. Could it be? His eyes darted to Saoirse, who finally realized that she was been scrutinized. 'What?' she said, replacing the ring.
Tadhg struggled to find an answer, until he looked up. 'Well, we're here.' He looked up at the giant wall towering over him. Hadrian's Wall.
Surprisingly, Tadhg heard the apology, and gave her a wry smile. 'Look, Saoirse, I.......this is not what I had in mind when I joined your father's knights.'
She raised a delicate eyebrow. 'How did you meet him?' she asked, kicking Amergin's flanks, urging her horse forward so she was riding side by side Tadhg.
Tadhg shrugged. 'I met your father when I was in Opirlay. It's a town...well it's smaller than that, so I guess you could call it a settlement. Your father's men were stopping for the night, and I was passing by the settlement at the time. Bors and Gawain invited me to share their meal, ended up fighting both of them when they lost a bet, and I've been travelling with the knights since.' He flashed a mischievous grin.
Saoirse burst out laughing. There was nothing remotely amusing about his tale, but Tadhg was...different. It usually took Talwen, her best friend in the world, a lot of effort just to entice one wry chuckle out of her, but around Tadhg....it was just so easy to laugh with him, talk with him, even fall..
Fall in love with him?
Saoirse blinked. Where did that come from? She shook her head. After all these time, was it still possible? A sudden chuckle brought her back to reality, and she found herself looking at Tadhg, who had a soft grin on his face. 'Penny for your thoughts?'
'I'm sorry?'
'You looked so confused,' Tadhg explained. 'I thought you might have something heavy on your mind. Would you care to share? Sometimes it's much better when you let it out.'
Saoirse started to open her mouth, but closed it. 'You wouldn't understand it.'
'Then make me understand.'
She ran her fingers through her hair. Those four words were so simple, but she couldn't. How could she make Tadhg understand her loss of Aodhfin? Aodhfin, her childhood playmate. Her teacher. They were so close. For years he'd always been there. He'd even left her a small gift when he'd have to leave for home. His signet ring, a present from his brother. It was a small band of silver, with leaves of evergreen woven around it. He gave it to her, and she'd always worn it on a chain around her neck.
Without thinking, Saoirse's hand dipped into her shirt and took the ring out, toying with it as she rode on, remembering about their times together. Tadhg blinked when he saw the ring. Could it be? His eyes darted to Saoirse, who finally realized that she was been scrutinized. 'What?' she said, replacing the ring.
Tadhg struggled to find an answer, until he looked up. 'Well, we're here.' He looked up at the giant wall towering over him. Hadrian's Wall.
Tuesday 23 October 2007
A Medieval Story [Part 1]
It's a King Arthur/Princess of Thieves fanfiction. Enough said. Just using characs from mostly KA so yea. BTW, i'm gonna use the name Lucan for another character so basically in my story Dagonet's Lucan doesnt exist.
Sractch the above sentence. I've changed my mind. Lucan exists. The other character will be named Aodhfin meaning "white fire". And Dermott the Harris's Hawk now belongs to Tadhg.
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It was a cold morning.
'It's positively freezing!' Talwen exclaimed as she climbed onto the top of the watchtower where her friend Saoirse was sitting. She held out her hand, and watched with excitement as a lone snowflake floated from the air and landed neatly on her palm. She was grinning with joy. 'Look, Saoirse, the first snowflake of winter!'
Next to her, Saoirse was busy rubbing beeswax onto her bowstring. 'I can see that, Talwen. You know, the way you state the obvious? It's kinda...sad, actually.' She continued rubbing vigorously.
Talwen rolled her eyes. 'Yeah, and you would know about sadness, would you?' she said sarcastically.
Out of the corner of her eye, Saoirse waited until Talwen turned away before muttering. 'You have no idea.' Finally finished with the beeswax, she proceeded to reattach the bowstring onto her bow. Grabbing one end, she tied the bowstring to the nocks using a bowyer's knot, taught to her by...
Biting her lip, she continued attaching the bowstring to the second nock, and she was gripped with a strange sense of familiarity as she did so. Standing up abruptly, startling her friend in the process, Saoirse proceeded to grab her quiver and lifted it over her head, so that it rested diagonally across her back, with the top of the quiver just behind her right shoulder. Reaching back, she took out one of her arrows, and stopped short. She remembered how they'd have so much fun fletching their arrows, and that they dyed the feathers in different colors, to mark their own. Saoirse's was blue, while his were dyed in crimson red.
Would everything she see remind her of him?
With a vicious snarl, Saoirse grabbed the arrow and notched it to the bowstring, pulling it back as far as she could without breaking the bow. Mentally tranferring her anger to the arrow, she let it fly, her blue eyes following its journey as the arrow affixed itself in a wooden plank nailed onto a tree. Instantly, she felt better.
Not too far away, Talwen stared at her friend. 'Saoirse, are you alright?'
Saoirse was about to answer when a cry came up from a man running into the town. 'Jeric,' Talwen got up. 'What's he shouting about? We're so high up here that we can't hear a thing...'
Below them, Jeric, the blacksmith's son, ran into the courtyard. 'They're coming back!' he yelled. 'The knights are coming back!'
Saoirse and Talwen exchanged smiles. Even after so long Jeric still referred to King Arthur's men as knights. The girls looked towards the hills where Jeric had gestured. They saw the knights but there was something else. 'There!' Saoirse called out, pointing with her bow.
Something was coming up behind them. Or something.
'All I can see are five or so men on horses riding up. What about you? What do you see?' Talwen asked. Saoirse was grim. 'Seems like bad news.' Instintively she reached for her sword. Throwing her bow over her head so it hung diagonally like her quiver, Saoirse was quite prepared to ride to see whoever was that behind her father. But Talwen grabbed Saoirse before she could do anything else. 'And just what are you doing?'
Saoirse rolled her eyes. 'Oh, I don't know...maybe seeing what that is?' she jerked a thumb at the riders behind the knights. Talwen was sarcastic. 'Yeah, and do what? Come on, Saoirse, think! You're the princess. Do princesses go riding around playing I Spy? Besides, Princess,' here Talwen's voice took on an aggravating tone. 'How do you know these aren't members of your father's company? That these aren't the brand new knights your father recruited?'
The other girl scowled. She never liked it when she was referred to by her royalty. Her gaze darted to her father, Arthur, who was riding in the front, flanked by Galahad, Bors, and Gawain, Talwen's father. Ganis, who once aided Arthur against the Saxons, was now one of the knights. So was Lucan, her almost-brother, whom the late Dagonet protected under his wing until he died and Arthur adopted him.
Her blue eyes then darted to the five riders behind the knights, and her eyes narrowed. 'I'm still going to see,' she said, as though asking for permission. But both of them knew that either way, she would do what she want.
Talwen sighed. 'Go ahead. Get yourself killed if you want to.' She'd barely finished talking when Saoirse jumped down the side of the watchtower onto the wall of the fort that protected the city, not caring if she broke her neck or not.
Whistling, Saoirse ran down the length of the wall, and almost banged into her mother, Guinevere, who was surprised at her daughter's hurry. 'Saoirse, what's happening?'
Saoirse shook her head. 'I don't know. That's what I'm about to find out.' She gripped her sword tighter. 'Are you going to stop me?'
Guinevere had known long ago that Saoirse was very much like a younger version of her. Same blue eyes, same fierce protectiveness...the only thing different was Saoirse's reddish-brown [mostly red] hair, betraying her Celtic background. 'Well then, are you going to get yourself into trouble?'
Saoirse shook her head, biting her lip to keep the grin from spreading. 'No.'
'Then do whatever you feel it right.'
A loud screech from above jerked mother and daughter from their thoughts. Circling above them was a Harris's Hawk. They heard a three note whistle in the distance, and saw one of the knights holding his hand out, beckoning to the hawk.
Another screech and the hawk spreaded his wings before flying off towards Arthur. Saoirse turned back to her mother. 'I'll meet him there,' she said. Guinevere nodded. 'Go.'
Smiling, Saoirse ran down the stone steps and towards the stables, where Jeric was resting a while. 'Saoirse?' Jeric asked. 'Going to see your father?'
'Yes,' Saoirse attached her sword to her horse's saddle bags. 'Jeric, who are those riders behind him?'
'Dunno,' Jeric shrugged. 'But your father seems to know them. I heard him call out something to one of them. I think his name was Tadhg.'
'Got it.' Saoirse mounted her horse. Kicking its flanks she urged the palomino forward. Far off, she saw the hawk perched on the hand of the knightshe saw earlier. The moment the knight spotted the girl riding towards them, he gave another soft command, and the hawk left him for Saoirse. The hawk circled her before flying towards his master again, as if daring her to a race.
'Faster, Amergin,' Saoirse urged her horse to keep up with the hawk. Arthur and his knights had stopped now, waiting for Saoirse. They were laughing, and Saoirse's face burned. Just they wait and see! she vowed silently.
All of a sudden Amergin lurched, and the girl had to hold on tightly just to avoid being thrown off. Saoirse petted the horse, trying to calm her down. 'Amergin,' she said gently, rubbing the horse's neck. 'What is it?'
Arthur and the knights were some distance away, but they weren't laughing anymore. Saoirse glanced at her father before turning her attention back to her horse. 'Amergin,' she whispered. 'What is it?'
The horse whinnied again. Saoirse turned around. Three men in really short armor and red capes were riding towards them. Romans. She heard a soft galloping that grew louder with each step, and knew her father and his knights coming. 'Girl,' Arthur said gently. 'Go back to town. We'll see you there.'
'No,' Saoirse was sick of being treated like she couldn't take care of herself. 'I want to stay.'
'Tadhg, Gawain,' Arthur said. 'Escort the princess back to town.'
'No!' Saoirse edged away from both knights. 'I'm staying.'
Arthur came forward. 'Ganis, the rope, please.'
Ganis took out a coil of long but strong rope from his saddlebag and passed it to his commander. Arthur dismounted. So did Saoirse. 'Tadhg.' Arthur said. Saoirse blinked. It was the knight with the hawk. So his name is Tadhg. 'Dismount.'
Confused, the knight dismounted. 'My lord?'
Arthur continued. 'Tadhg, I need someone to make sure my daughter doesn't get into trouble. Can I trust you to handle the task, even though it'll be challenging?'
Tadhg nodded. 'Of course, my lord.'
'Good,' Arthur said. 'That's all I needed to hear.' Without warning, he tied the rope around Tadhg's right hand. More surprisingly, the other end of the rope went around Saoirse's left wrist. His daughter was shocked. 'Father, what is this?'
Arthur was unperturbed as he mounted his steed. 'My, you're running wild, girl. I don't feel it is safe for you to leave the grounds like you did last time. Remember what happened?'
Saoirse rolled her eyes. What happened was that she caught a thief, who ended up setting fire to a section of the forest and blamed it on her. She glared at Tadhg, who was looking calm, and suddenly had an inspiration. 'I'll just cut the rope,' she said snarling. 'It's not going to stop me.'
'No it's not,' Bors said grinning. 'That's why we'll be using these instead.' He held up a pair of metal cuffs held together with a long chain. Ignoring Saoirse's protests, he clamped down the cuffs onto her wrist and Tadhg's, bellowing in laughter.
'Uncle Bors,' she cried out, indignant. He chuckled. 'Sorry, lass, but orders are orders.'
'You better get going,' Lucan said, laughing. 'If you stay any longer your father might be tempted to do something more drastic.'
'Right,' Saoirse muttered, mounting her horse with difficulty. On her left, Tadhg mounted his horse as well. She glared at him. He looked calmly back at her. Then the biggest shock came.
'Tadhg's going to be your tutor, since we are on the subject of your upbringing,' Arthur remarked casually. If it were possible, Saoirse's voice were now only a couple of degrees above freezing point. 'Can I disown you, my lord?'
Her father winced at the formality and coldness in his daughter's voice, but let it pass. 'Please, it's for your own good.'
'Good day, my lord,' Saoirse said, her eyes narrowed. 'I hope by doing this you achieve what you wanted, Sire.'
'Saoirse,' Tadhg, surprisingly, chided her. Saoirse immediately swung towards him, wary. How did he know her name when no one had said it before? She had to keep an eye on that one. She didn't need a tutor. Just to prove her point she glared at him again. Tadhg inclined his head. 'It would be much better if we got along instead of fighting all the time, Saoirse,' he said in Gaelic.
Now Saoirse was confused. Not many people bothered to learn Gaelic, preferring to study Latin instead. Gaelic was just another of the little things Aodhfin taught her. She remembered how as a child he was hired to be her companion, and that with her mother's permission Aodhfin taught her the Celtic language. That was when she found out her name--Saoirse--meant "freedom". Then she felt Amergin whinny and she was jerked back to the present.
Tadhg half-turned around on his horse and nodded to Arthur and the other knights. 'I'll bring her back to town, my lord.' He nodded again and cantered off to the town, leading Saoirse, still deep in thought, right behind him. She didn't seem to object.
Gawain and Bors were astounded. 'Tadhg's something good,' Gawain spoke at last. 'Whatever he said--it turned Arthur's girl around. She wasn't even lashing out at him!'
Arthur nodded. 'I hope I don't regret this. Let's meet with the Romans.'
All of the knights galloped after their leader.
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P.S. Celtic is pronounced Kell-tick. Tadhg is pronounced TYG, as in Teague, rhymes with League. Saoirse is pronounced SEER-sha. Lucan--for those ppl who seriously need help--is pronounced Loo-Kearn, not Loo-CAN.
Trivia: In this whole chapter, only three ppl had referred to Saoirse by her name: Talwen, Jeric and Guinevere.
Sractch the above sentence. I've changed my mind. Lucan exists. The other character will be named Aodhfin meaning "white fire". And Dermott the Harris's Hawk now belongs to Tadhg.
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It was a cold morning.
'It's positively freezing!' Talwen exclaimed as she climbed onto the top of the watchtower where her friend Saoirse was sitting. She held out her hand, and watched with excitement as a lone snowflake floated from the air and landed neatly on her palm. She was grinning with joy. 'Look, Saoirse, the first snowflake of winter!'
Next to her, Saoirse was busy rubbing beeswax onto her bowstring. 'I can see that, Talwen. You know, the way you state the obvious? It's kinda...sad, actually.' She continued rubbing vigorously.
Talwen rolled her eyes. 'Yeah, and you would know about sadness, would you?' she said sarcastically.
Out of the corner of her eye, Saoirse waited until Talwen turned away before muttering. 'You have no idea.' Finally finished with the beeswax, she proceeded to reattach the bowstring onto her bow. Grabbing one end, she tied the bowstring to the nocks using a bowyer's knot, taught to her by...
Biting her lip, she continued attaching the bowstring to the second nock, and she was gripped with a strange sense of familiarity as she did so. Standing up abruptly, startling her friend in the process, Saoirse proceeded to grab her quiver and lifted it over her head, so that it rested diagonally across her back, with the top of the quiver just behind her right shoulder. Reaching back, she took out one of her arrows, and stopped short. She remembered how they'd have so much fun fletching their arrows, and that they dyed the feathers in different colors, to mark their own. Saoirse's was blue, while his were dyed in crimson red.
Would everything she see remind her of him?
With a vicious snarl, Saoirse grabbed the arrow and notched it to the bowstring, pulling it back as far as she could without breaking the bow. Mentally tranferring her anger to the arrow, she let it fly, her blue eyes following its journey as the arrow affixed itself in a wooden plank nailed onto a tree. Instantly, she felt better.
Not too far away, Talwen stared at her friend. 'Saoirse, are you alright?'
Saoirse was about to answer when a cry came up from a man running into the town. 'Jeric,' Talwen got up. 'What's he shouting about? We're so high up here that we can't hear a thing...'
Below them, Jeric, the blacksmith's son, ran into the courtyard. 'They're coming back!' he yelled. 'The knights are coming back!'
Saoirse and Talwen exchanged smiles. Even after so long Jeric still referred to King Arthur's men as knights. The girls looked towards the hills where Jeric had gestured. They saw the knights but there was something else. 'There!' Saoirse called out, pointing with her bow.
Something was coming up behind them. Or something.
'All I can see are five or so men on horses riding up. What about you? What do you see?' Talwen asked. Saoirse was grim. 'Seems like bad news.' Instintively she reached for her sword. Throwing her bow over her head so it hung diagonally like her quiver, Saoirse was quite prepared to ride to see whoever was that behind her father. But Talwen grabbed Saoirse before she could do anything else. 'And just what are you doing?'
Saoirse rolled her eyes. 'Oh, I don't know...maybe seeing what that is?' she jerked a thumb at the riders behind the knights. Talwen was sarcastic. 'Yeah, and do what? Come on, Saoirse, think! You're the princess. Do princesses go riding around playing I Spy? Besides, Princess,' here Talwen's voice took on an aggravating tone. 'How do you know these aren't members of your father's company? That these aren't the brand new knights your father recruited?'
The other girl scowled. She never liked it when she was referred to by her royalty. Her gaze darted to her father, Arthur, who was riding in the front, flanked by Galahad, Bors, and Gawain, Talwen's father. Ganis, who once aided Arthur against the Saxons, was now one of the knights. So was Lucan, her almost-brother, whom the late Dagonet protected under his wing until he died and Arthur adopted him.
Her blue eyes then darted to the five riders behind the knights, and her eyes narrowed. 'I'm still going to see,' she said, as though asking for permission. But both of them knew that either way, she would do what she want.
Talwen sighed. 'Go ahead. Get yourself killed if you want to.' She'd barely finished talking when Saoirse jumped down the side of the watchtower onto the wall of the fort that protected the city, not caring if she broke her neck or not.
Whistling, Saoirse ran down the length of the wall, and almost banged into her mother, Guinevere, who was surprised at her daughter's hurry. 'Saoirse, what's happening?'
Saoirse shook her head. 'I don't know. That's what I'm about to find out.' She gripped her sword tighter. 'Are you going to stop me?'
Guinevere had known long ago that Saoirse was very much like a younger version of her. Same blue eyes, same fierce protectiveness...the only thing different was Saoirse's reddish-brown [mostly red] hair, betraying her Celtic background. 'Well then, are you going to get yourself into trouble?'
Saoirse shook her head, biting her lip to keep the grin from spreading. 'No.'
'Then do whatever you feel it right.'
A loud screech from above jerked mother and daughter from their thoughts. Circling above them was a Harris's Hawk. They heard a three note whistle in the distance, and saw one of the knights holding his hand out, beckoning to the hawk.
Another screech and the hawk spreaded his wings before flying off towards Arthur. Saoirse turned back to her mother. 'I'll meet him there,' she said. Guinevere nodded. 'Go.'
Smiling, Saoirse ran down the stone steps and towards the stables, where Jeric was resting a while. 'Saoirse?' Jeric asked. 'Going to see your father?'
'Yes,' Saoirse attached her sword to her horse's saddle bags. 'Jeric, who are those riders behind him?'
'Dunno,' Jeric shrugged. 'But your father seems to know them. I heard him call out something to one of them. I think his name was Tadhg.'
'Got it.' Saoirse mounted her horse. Kicking its flanks she urged the palomino forward. Far off, she saw the hawk perched on the hand of the knightshe saw earlier. The moment the knight spotted the girl riding towards them, he gave another soft command, and the hawk left him for Saoirse. The hawk circled her before flying towards his master again, as if daring her to a race.
'Faster, Amergin,' Saoirse urged her horse to keep up with the hawk. Arthur and his knights had stopped now, waiting for Saoirse. They were laughing, and Saoirse's face burned. Just they wait and see! she vowed silently.
All of a sudden Amergin lurched, and the girl had to hold on tightly just to avoid being thrown off. Saoirse petted the horse, trying to calm her down. 'Amergin,' she said gently, rubbing the horse's neck. 'What is it?'
Arthur and the knights were some distance away, but they weren't laughing anymore. Saoirse glanced at her father before turning her attention back to her horse. 'Amergin,' she whispered. 'What is it?'
The horse whinnied again. Saoirse turned around. Three men in really short armor and red capes were riding towards them. Romans. She heard a soft galloping that grew louder with each step, and knew her father and his knights coming. 'Girl,' Arthur said gently. 'Go back to town. We'll see you there.'
'No,' Saoirse was sick of being treated like she couldn't take care of herself. 'I want to stay.'
'Tadhg, Gawain,' Arthur said. 'Escort the princess back to town.'
'No!' Saoirse edged away from both knights. 'I'm staying.'
Arthur came forward. 'Ganis, the rope, please.'
Ganis took out a coil of long but strong rope from his saddlebag and passed it to his commander. Arthur dismounted. So did Saoirse. 'Tadhg.' Arthur said. Saoirse blinked. It was the knight with the hawk. So his name is Tadhg. 'Dismount.'
Confused, the knight dismounted. 'My lord?'
Arthur continued. 'Tadhg, I need someone to make sure my daughter doesn't get into trouble. Can I trust you to handle the task, even though it'll be challenging?'
Tadhg nodded. 'Of course, my lord.'
'Good,' Arthur said. 'That's all I needed to hear.' Without warning, he tied the rope around Tadhg's right hand. More surprisingly, the other end of the rope went around Saoirse's left wrist. His daughter was shocked. 'Father, what is this?'
Arthur was unperturbed as he mounted his steed. 'My, you're running wild, girl. I don't feel it is safe for you to leave the grounds like you did last time. Remember what happened?'
Saoirse rolled her eyes. What happened was that she caught a thief, who ended up setting fire to a section of the forest and blamed it on her. She glared at Tadhg, who was looking calm, and suddenly had an inspiration. 'I'll just cut the rope,' she said snarling. 'It's not going to stop me.'
'No it's not,' Bors said grinning. 'That's why we'll be using these instead.' He held up a pair of metal cuffs held together with a long chain. Ignoring Saoirse's protests, he clamped down the cuffs onto her wrist and Tadhg's, bellowing in laughter.
'Uncle Bors,' she cried out, indignant. He chuckled. 'Sorry, lass, but orders are orders.'
'You better get going,' Lucan said, laughing. 'If you stay any longer your father might be tempted to do something more drastic.'
'Right,' Saoirse muttered, mounting her horse with difficulty. On her left, Tadhg mounted his horse as well. She glared at him. He looked calmly back at her. Then the biggest shock came.
'Tadhg's going to be your tutor, since we are on the subject of your upbringing,' Arthur remarked casually. If it were possible, Saoirse's voice were now only a couple of degrees above freezing point. 'Can I disown you, my lord?'
Her father winced at the formality and coldness in his daughter's voice, but let it pass. 'Please, it's for your own good.'
'Good day, my lord,' Saoirse said, her eyes narrowed. 'I hope by doing this you achieve what you wanted, Sire.'
'Saoirse,' Tadhg, surprisingly, chided her. Saoirse immediately swung towards him, wary. How did he know her name when no one had said it before? She had to keep an eye on that one. She didn't need a tutor. Just to prove her point she glared at him again. Tadhg inclined his head. 'It would be much better if we got along instead of fighting all the time, Saoirse,' he said in Gaelic.
Now Saoirse was confused. Not many people bothered to learn Gaelic, preferring to study Latin instead. Gaelic was just another of the little things Aodhfin taught her. She remembered how as a child he was hired to be her companion, and that with her mother's permission Aodhfin taught her the Celtic language. That was when she found out her name--Saoirse--meant "freedom". Then she felt Amergin whinny and she was jerked back to the present.
Tadhg half-turned around on his horse and nodded to Arthur and the other knights. 'I'll bring her back to town, my lord.' He nodded again and cantered off to the town, leading Saoirse, still deep in thought, right behind him. She didn't seem to object.
Gawain and Bors were astounded. 'Tadhg's something good,' Gawain spoke at last. 'Whatever he said--it turned Arthur's girl around. She wasn't even lashing out at him!'
Arthur nodded. 'I hope I don't regret this. Let's meet with the Romans.'
All of the knights galloped after their leader.
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P.S. Celtic is pronounced Kell-tick. Tadhg is pronounced TYG, as in Teague, rhymes with League. Saoirse is pronounced SEER-sha. Lucan--for those ppl who seriously need help--is pronounced Loo-Kearn, not Loo-CAN.
Trivia: In this whole chapter, only three ppl had referred to Saoirse by her name: Talwen, Jeric and Guinevere.
Thursday 18 October 2007
X Marks The Spot [Part 1]
Ok the whole story belongs to me. Wait, Why the heck am I writing a disclaimer when the whole thing's mine? Neways this is a new story I'm working on--part time, anyway. It's about...haihz just read on and you'll see. Be warned though, the beginning's a bit twisted.
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Ten years ago...
It was dark, had it not been her auburn hair, nobody would have noticed her. She slowly drew out one of her cheap knives and held it in a ready-to-throw position. She knew what she had to do, the target was in plain sight. But she had to be patient.
She watched closely. Ahead of her, a man was adjusting the backpack on his back. It was in early December in Athens, and the temperature was 14.1 °C. Not many tourists around here at this time of the year. At least, she was used to the cold, remembering her childhood in St. Petersburg, Russia. The winters there were so much colder, she knew, the weather up there capable of going until -34.4 ° C. She had to be thankful. She knew she was going to be okay.
Unlike her mark.
The man was already hurrying back home, trying to keep warm despite the bitter cold. He barely paid any attention as the girl, hidden from her hiding place behind an alcove, aimed her knife at the man, hoping to hit the small pouch hanging from his backpack. She noted earlier that it was full of warm fresh bread and some chicken, and she was determined to bring it back--someway or another--to her brother.
Just as she was about to throw the knife, a sudden scream jolted her out of her senses, and she almost hit herself with the blade in surprise. Her mark turned back in alarm, and took off immediately, leaving the girl behind, disgusted at the turn of events. Annoyed, she kept the knife away, and as another scream rang the air, she started running.
She knew where the scream was originating from. It came from the little courtyard just a few blocks away from where she was. Picking up the pace, she ran faster, enjoying the feel of the wind against her face as it blew her long hair backwards. Skidding around a corner, she stopped for a while, leaning against the wall, breathing.
All of a sudden two hands grabbed her from behind, one of them immediately covering her mouth. She wriggled, trying to get loose, but a voice immediately silenced her. 'Hush, Alix. It's me.'
Alix froze. 'Papa?' she asked. Her father nodded, leading his daughter into an alley. Max Davies set his daughter down and knelt to her eye level. 'Alix, I need you to do something for me.' Furious nodding. 'Lex, I need you to follow a friend of mine. He'll be taking you to America.'
'What about Lauren and Leo?' Alix said, eyes wary. Lauren was her elder sister by four years, while Leo was her younger twin brother. There was a cold spark in those icy blue orbs. She knew what was coming next, and she didn't like it.
Max exhaled. 'Lauren and Leo are coming along, Lex. Take care of your sister, okay?' He glanced at his watch. It showed a quarter to eight. Alix wondered why her father was so uptight about it. He never had a problem with time. Max spoke again. 'Look, Alix. I just want you to--' he was rudely interrupted by a third scream. Alix struggled. 'Papa, what's going on?'
'Nothing,' Max said, but he was interrupted again, this time by a man standing beside him. 'Max, it's time. She has to go now.'
'Okay,' Max nodded, hugging his daughter. 'Alix, this is Reagan Donovan. Remember him? He'll look after you okay?'
Alix frowned. 'What's going on?' she said dangerously, reminding Max of his late wife, Emma, who died just a few months ago. Reagan took out a small vial full of a clear liquid and a syringe, and filling the syringe with the liquid, passed it to Max, who lifted his daughter's sleeve. Alix was still. Too still.
Her hand lashed out just as Max tried to inject her with the tranquilizer, smashing the syringe, scattering the liquid all over the tiled floor. 'No!' she hissed. 'Never!' She started running away, running past them. Reagan tried to grab her as she passed, but she was too quick, giving him a strong punch on his jawline. She continued running, but neither man moved to get her. their eyes, however, followed the girl as she raced down the street, and, to their surprise, to a young boy four years or so older than her, who immediately embraced her in a hug. His eyes, fiery blue as well, turned questioningly to Reagan and Max.
'Hate to say this, Maxie,' Reagan touched his jaw and winced. 'But she's good. The only one who can keep her steady is not you or me, bro, but...'
'Him,' Max nodded his head at the boy, who was busy comforting Alix. 'Master Tristran Perry. Your nephew.'
'Yeah,' Reagan said. 'Are you sure about this, Max?'
Max gave a curt nod. 'Yes. You'll probably have more trouble with Alix than with her sister, but she'll be fine once she's used to you.'
'It's not her I'm worried about,' Reagan said darkly. 'It's just that she's like her mother. Always one to question authority, but at the same time intelligent enough to know when not to argue.'
Both men laughed, watching as Tristran led Alix into a cabin cruiser waiting at the port. Silence for a while. Mas hesitated. 'Reagan, Alix and her siblings don't know about my...condition right now. I'd appreciate it if...'
Reagan finished his friend's sentence. 'If I'd keep it from them just until they're ready.' Max nodded in way of answer. The former agreed. 'I'll take care of your kids, Max. You just look after yourself.'
Max grinned. 'Always.' They shook hands and went their separate ways.
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Ten years ago...
It was dark, had it not been her auburn hair, nobody would have noticed her. She slowly drew out one of her cheap knives and held it in a ready-to-throw position. She knew what she had to do, the target was in plain sight. But she had to be patient.
She watched closely. Ahead of her, a man was adjusting the backpack on his back. It was in early December in Athens, and the temperature was 14.1 °C. Not many tourists around here at this time of the year. At least, she was used to the cold, remembering her childhood in St. Petersburg, Russia. The winters there were so much colder, she knew, the weather up there capable of going until -34.4 ° C. She had to be thankful. She knew she was going to be okay.
Unlike her mark.
The man was already hurrying back home, trying to keep warm despite the bitter cold. He barely paid any attention as the girl, hidden from her hiding place behind an alcove, aimed her knife at the man, hoping to hit the small pouch hanging from his backpack. She noted earlier that it was full of warm fresh bread and some chicken, and she was determined to bring it back--someway or another--to her brother.
Just as she was about to throw the knife, a sudden scream jolted her out of her senses, and she almost hit herself with the blade in surprise. Her mark turned back in alarm, and took off immediately, leaving the girl behind, disgusted at the turn of events. Annoyed, she kept the knife away, and as another scream rang the air, she started running.
She knew where the scream was originating from. It came from the little courtyard just a few blocks away from where she was. Picking up the pace, she ran faster, enjoying the feel of the wind against her face as it blew her long hair backwards. Skidding around a corner, she stopped for a while, leaning against the wall, breathing.
All of a sudden two hands grabbed her from behind, one of them immediately covering her mouth. She wriggled, trying to get loose, but a voice immediately silenced her. 'Hush, Alix. It's me.'
Alix froze. 'Papa?' she asked. Her father nodded, leading his daughter into an alley. Max Davies set his daughter down and knelt to her eye level. 'Alix, I need you to do something for me.' Furious nodding. 'Lex, I need you to follow a friend of mine. He'll be taking you to America.'
'What about Lauren and Leo?' Alix said, eyes wary. Lauren was her elder sister by four years, while Leo was her younger twin brother. There was a cold spark in those icy blue orbs. She knew what was coming next, and she didn't like it.
Max exhaled. 'Lauren and Leo are coming along, Lex. Take care of your sister, okay?' He glanced at his watch. It showed a quarter to eight. Alix wondered why her father was so uptight about it. He never had a problem with time. Max spoke again. 'Look, Alix. I just want you to--' he was rudely interrupted by a third scream. Alix struggled. 'Papa, what's going on?'
'Nothing,' Max said, but he was interrupted again, this time by a man standing beside him. 'Max, it's time. She has to go now.'
'Okay,' Max nodded, hugging his daughter. 'Alix, this is Reagan Donovan. Remember him? He'll look after you okay?'
Alix frowned. 'What's going on?' she said dangerously, reminding Max of his late wife, Emma, who died just a few months ago. Reagan took out a small vial full of a clear liquid and a syringe, and filling the syringe with the liquid, passed it to Max, who lifted his daughter's sleeve. Alix was still. Too still.
Her hand lashed out just as Max tried to inject her with the tranquilizer, smashing the syringe, scattering the liquid all over the tiled floor. 'No!' she hissed. 'Never!' She started running away, running past them. Reagan tried to grab her as she passed, but she was too quick, giving him a strong punch on his jawline. She continued running, but neither man moved to get her. their eyes, however, followed the girl as she raced down the street, and, to their surprise, to a young boy four years or so older than her, who immediately embraced her in a hug. His eyes, fiery blue as well, turned questioningly to Reagan and Max.
'Hate to say this, Maxie,' Reagan touched his jaw and winced. 'But she's good. The only one who can keep her steady is not you or me, bro, but...'
'Him,' Max nodded his head at the boy, who was busy comforting Alix. 'Master Tristran Perry. Your nephew.'
'Yeah,' Reagan said. 'Are you sure about this, Max?'
Max gave a curt nod. 'Yes. You'll probably have more trouble with Alix than with her sister, but she'll be fine once she's used to you.'
'It's not her I'm worried about,' Reagan said darkly. 'It's just that she's like her mother. Always one to question authority, but at the same time intelligent enough to know when not to argue.'
Both men laughed, watching as Tristran led Alix into a cabin cruiser waiting at the port. Silence for a while. Mas hesitated. 'Reagan, Alix and her siblings don't know about my...condition right now. I'd appreciate it if...'
Reagan finished his friend's sentence. 'If I'd keep it from them just until they're ready.' Max nodded in way of answer. The former agreed. 'I'll take care of your kids, Max. You just look after yourself.'
Max grinned. 'Always.' They shook hands and went their separate ways.
Tuesday 16 October 2007
The X-Men: The Future Generation [Part 15]
Yes, I know that this is not another part of the story, but I really need a concrite--izzat how u spell it--timeline coz I'm getting so confused lately. By the way, the previous chapter is Part 14, as corrected by Timmy. Cheers!
P.S. This timeline is starting from when the eldest Summers child(s) [aka the first second generation mutant] is born. And it's only gonna cover all the main characs. Before that I have absolutely no freaking idea!
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The X-Men: The Future Generation Timeline
1984 Chris Perry Ashford, Ari and Emma Summers are born. Timothy Titus Ashford was born one day later than his twin brother Chris.
1985 Megan Washington and Angela Victor are born.
1986 Reina Anderson, Eddie Thomas, and Max Leung are born.
1987 Heinz Heinrich and Candice Furstenburg are born.
1988 Alix and Jay Summers, Nessa Chalmer and Tia Ashden are born.
1994 Reina Anderson becomes a student at the X-Mansion.
1995 Max Leung becomes a student.
1996 Alix meets Chris, but knows him only as Kit. It was there that Kit (Chris) had a premonition that one day they'd be together again. He told the premonition to her, and since then, Alix has never seen him again until they reunite in 2006, but have always been keeping his words at heart, having a soft spot for "the boy who said 'don't let go'." It was also then Kit gave her a silver ring [which she's had around her neck and which was used as her engagement ring] with the words, 'Brother's Keeper' inside.
2006 Heinz and Tia enters the school. Alix meets Chris, and starts to fall for him. After several months, Chris proposes. Alix says yes, they sign the papers [whoa, eloping wei!! Geng man!] but doesn't tell anyone yet.
2007 They meet Drew Perry, the mutant from the future. After helping them clear up the incident with the Optical/Brotherhood/David Charles Haller/Lucas chaos, Drew stays with them for a while. He was later sent back to the future after he helped to save his mother. October 1st, Chris and Alix married at age 23 and 19 respectively.
2009 Andrew Scott Perry Ashford is born. Ari Summers and Tia Ashden married.
2010 Michael Barrett Warren Ashford and Katrina Davies are born. Jay Summers and Nessa Chalmer are engaged.
2011 Double happiness: Jay Summers married Nessa Chalmer, while Reina Anderson and Eddie Thomas are engaged. They married two months later.
2012 Wyatt Tristran Andrian and Areys Iain Summers are born.
2013 Regan Mitchell and Emily Rey Summers are born.
2014 Nikos Ramirez is born.
2015 Declan Thomas and Gideon Mitchell is born.
2016 Taylor Alexzandria Peyton and Leo Tyler Kirby Ashford are born.
2020 Eddie Thomas and Reina Anderson have a falling-out. They divorced and custody of their son, Declan went to Reina, who changed his surname to James, after Reina's father. Eddie was later declared dead after being washed away by the current while sailing with his then girlfriend, Candice Furstenburg. Candice's body washed up on shore, and she was buried in the New York Cemetary.
2024 During the Ashford twins' eighth birthday, a bunch of streetfighters led by the presumed-to-be-deceased Eddie Thomas stormed the Ashford house and killed Alix and Chris Perry Ashford. Their children, Drew, Barry, Lexa and Leo survived, and they were sent to live with their grandparents at the X-Mansion.
2027 Drew Ashford decided to go back in time to save his parents. Calling himself Drew Perry, he conjured a portal with the combined powers of him and his siblings and was sent back to 2007 where he helped his parents and the X-Men to defeat the chaotic plot [See 2007 entry for details]. Later after finding out the truth about Drew, Alix and Chris managed to send him back to the future with a gentle promise that when he got back, they would be waiting for him. After stepping into the portal, Drew found himself in the year 2027, and saw his whole family, Chris and Alix included.
2032 23 year old Drew marries 22 year old Katrina Davies, the love of his life. His brother, Barry, is best man, while 16 year old Leo is the ringbearer. Leo's twin sister, Lexa, is thinking of pursuing genetic mutation, medicine and photography amongst other things. Next to her, her "soul-mate", Wyatt Andrian is waiting until Lexa is old enough before he proposes to her, in the same manner Chris waited for Alix to grow up. Julian is planning to borrow the 'Brother's Keeper' ring [which Chris and Alix gave to Drew as a covenant] to propose to Lexa when she turns eighteen.
Happy ending for the family.
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Well there you have it. The X-Men: The Future Generation timeline.
P.S. This timeline is starting from when the eldest Summers child(s) [aka the first second generation mutant] is born. And it's only gonna cover all the main characs. Before that I have absolutely no freaking idea!
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The X-Men: The Future Generation Timeline
1984 Chris Perry Ashford, Ari and Emma Summers are born. Timothy Titus Ashford was born one day later than his twin brother Chris.
1985 Megan Washington and Angela Victor are born.
1986 Reina Anderson, Eddie Thomas, and Max Leung are born.
1987 Heinz Heinrich and Candice Furstenburg are born.
1988 Alix and Jay Summers, Nessa Chalmer and Tia Ashden are born.
1994 Reina Anderson becomes a student at the X-Mansion.
1995 Max Leung becomes a student.
1996 Alix meets Chris, but knows him only as Kit. It was there that Kit (Chris) had a premonition that one day they'd be together again. He told the premonition to her, and since then, Alix has never seen him again until they reunite in 2006, but have always been keeping his words at heart, having a soft spot for "the boy who said 'don't let go'." It was also then Kit gave her a silver ring [which she's had around her neck and which was used as her engagement ring] with the words, 'Brother's Keeper' inside.
2006 Heinz and Tia enters the school. Alix meets Chris, and starts to fall for him. After several months, Chris proposes. Alix says yes, they sign the papers [whoa, eloping wei!! Geng man!] but doesn't tell anyone yet.
2007 They meet Drew Perry, the mutant from the future. After helping them clear up the incident with the Optical/Brotherhood/David Charles Haller/Lucas chaos, Drew stays with them for a while. He was later sent back to the future after he helped to save his mother. October 1st, Chris and Alix married at age 23 and 19 respectively.
2009 Andrew Scott Perry Ashford is born. Ari Summers and Tia Ashden married.
2010 Michael Barrett Warren Ashford and Katrina Davies are born. Jay Summers and Nessa Chalmer are engaged.
2011 Double happiness: Jay Summers married Nessa Chalmer, while Reina Anderson and Eddie Thomas are engaged. They married two months later.
2012 Wyatt Tristran Andrian and Areys Iain Summers are born.
2013 Regan Mitchell and Emily Rey Summers are born.
2014 Nikos Ramirez is born.
2015 Declan Thomas and Gideon Mitchell is born.
2016 Taylor Alexzandria Peyton and Leo Tyler Kirby Ashford are born.
2020 Eddie Thomas and Reina Anderson have a falling-out. They divorced and custody of their son, Declan went to Reina, who changed his surname to James, after Reina's father. Eddie was later declared dead after being washed away by the current while sailing with his then girlfriend, Candice Furstenburg. Candice's body washed up on shore, and she was buried in the New York Cemetary.
2024 During the Ashford twins' eighth birthday, a bunch of streetfighters led by the presumed-to-be-deceased Eddie Thomas stormed the Ashford house and killed Alix and Chris Perry Ashford. Their children, Drew, Barry, Lexa and Leo survived, and they were sent to live with their grandparents at the X-Mansion.
2027 Drew Ashford decided to go back in time to save his parents. Calling himself Drew Perry, he conjured a portal with the combined powers of him and his siblings and was sent back to 2007 where he helped his parents and the X-Men to defeat the chaotic plot [See 2007 entry for details]. Later after finding out the truth about Drew, Alix and Chris managed to send him back to the future with a gentle promise that when he got back, they would be waiting for him. After stepping into the portal, Drew found himself in the year 2027, and saw his whole family, Chris and Alix included.
2032 23 year old Drew marries 22 year old Katrina Davies, the love of his life. His brother, Barry, is best man, while 16 year old Leo is the ringbearer. Leo's twin sister, Lexa, is thinking of pursuing genetic mutation, medicine and photography amongst other things. Next to her, her "soul-mate", Wyatt Andrian is waiting until Lexa is old enough before he proposes to her, in the same manner Chris waited for Alix to grow up. Julian is planning to borrow the 'Brother's Keeper' ring [which Chris and Alix gave to Drew as a covenant] to propose to Lexa when she turns eighteen.
Happy ending for the family.
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Well there you have it. The X-Men: The Future Generation timeline.
Saturday 13 October 2007
The X-Men: The Future Generation [Part 14]
Meanwhile, on the other side of the house...
'Emma, I don't see the problem here!' Scott Summers was frustrated. 'I told you, we were attacked in the middle of the night! Some guy burst into the Mansion, tore everything down and totally destroyed the whole place! How hard is it to understand?' His voice lowered an octave. 'The X-Mansion's gone. Everything's gone.'
'I don't think so, Scott,' Emma Frost said, her voice amplified by the speakers. The two headmasters, one of the X-Mansion itself, and the other of the X-Mansion branch in Massachusetts, were confering by webcam. The rest of the X-Men stood behind Scott. Logan was particularly annoyed. 'Look 'ere, Frost,' he spat. 'Them Mansion's torn down by those--' Scott managed to turn off the mike in time to avoid the whole profanity. Realizing he was not being transmitted over to Frost, Logan scowled at Scott, his claws popping out with a soft shiick. 'Hey, bub, you wanna turn that on?'
Scott wasn't particularly impressed. 'Well, is it PG-13 now?'
'Yeah,' Logan said, bringing his claws nearer to Scott's jawline. Behind them, Jean shot Logan a stern look. 'Logan...'
His mood foul, the man named Wolverine retracted his claws. 'Is it on?'
Storm leaned forward, switching the mike on. 'Yes, it is.'
'Good,' Logan continued with his sentence. 'Look, Frost. These...people...tore it down. And whateevr they were, they weren't human. Never smelt anything like that before.'
On the other side of the webcam, Frost started laughing. 'Logan. The Mansion's not torn down. Nothing's happened to it. You don't believe me?' The disbelieving looks were answer enough. Frost nodded. 'Okay, here, look. This is the latest photo taken of the Mansion by satellite imaging. I asked for it when Kurt told me something happened to the school.' She sent the file. 'Take a look.'
'Let me,' Jean said, pushing Scott out of the way. Sitting down, her fingers rans across the keyboard as she opened the file. 'No way,' she said softly. Everyone crowded in for a look. The X-Mansion was there, as it was expected, but instead of being in ruins, it was totally fine. Perfectly fine.
Like nothing had happened at all.
'Reality warping,' said a voice behind them, making everyone jump. Alix walked down from the stairs, Chris and Drew right behind her. 'Optical is a reality-warper. He's good, but not that good.'
Ari was confused. 'Wait. Optical? Who the hell is he?'
'Some guy I know,' Alix said offhandedly. She then proceeded to tell them everything she knew about him--which wasn't much--without divulging how she got it. Everyone looked suspicious, but they were more relieved that they knew who was behind it. Then Emma Summers spoke up. 'He's really powerful, isn't he?'
Silence. Then, 'No,' Alix said firmly. 'He's good, but he's not that good.' She kneaded her head. 'I'm missing something here. Come on, think!' She gave her head a soft thunk. Then it came to her. 'Wanda Maximoff. She probably combined her power to Optical's, to help him achieve that illusion. That's the only way it could happen.'
Max Leung frowned. 'Wanda Maximoff?'
'The Scarlet Witch,' Drew spoke up suddenly. Everyone looked at him. 'Mom told me stories about her,' he gave a wicked chuckle. 'I used them to scare my brother Barry.'
For some reason, Chris and Alix were trying not to laugh, and Alix leaned forward and ruffled Drew's hair. Naughty boy, she said chuckling.
Drew ducked to avoid Alix's hand. You taught me to be naughty, Mom...
At that moment they realized that they were being followed by many pairs of eyes. Trying to regain their composure, Alix said. 'So are we going back?' she inquired. Silently, she added, you're gonna pay for that, Drew.
'Yes, I think so,' Scott Summers said. 'It's time we see what's going on.' Yeah, Drew said. But about paying me back...I think you're mistaken, Mom. Another wicked chuckle. That was totally free!
Drew, Chris said, joining in. Would you like to apologize to your mother?
Right, Drew nodded solemnly, following the rest of the X-Men to the vehicles. Maybe I should. Then again, he skipped out of sight of both Chris and Alix, maybe I won't.
Even though they couldn't see him, Alix and Chris felt his laughter following them as they tried to keep the grins from spreading on their faces.
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Okie this is only gonna be a short one coz dun really have much ideas
If you have any suggestions or you want me to write up a story for you, leave a comment at the CBox. Will reply soon
'Emma, I don't see the problem here!' Scott Summers was frustrated. 'I told you, we were attacked in the middle of the night! Some guy burst into the Mansion, tore everything down and totally destroyed the whole place! How hard is it to understand?' His voice lowered an octave. 'The X-Mansion's gone. Everything's gone.'
'I don't think so, Scott,' Emma Frost said, her voice amplified by the speakers. The two headmasters, one of the X-Mansion itself, and the other of the X-Mansion branch in Massachusetts, were confering by webcam. The rest of the X-Men stood behind Scott. Logan was particularly annoyed. 'Look 'ere, Frost,' he spat. 'Them Mansion's torn down by those--' Scott managed to turn off the mike in time to avoid the whole profanity. Realizing he was not being transmitted over to Frost, Logan scowled at Scott, his claws popping out with a soft shiick. 'Hey, bub, you wanna turn that on?'
Scott wasn't particularly impressed. 'Well, is it PG-13 now?'
'Yeah,' Logan said, bringing his claws nearer to Scott's jawline. Behind them, Jean shot Logan a stern look. 'Logan...'
His mood foul, the man named Wolverine retracted his claws. 'Is it on?'
Storm leaned forward, switching the mike on. 'Yes, it is.'
'Good,' Logan continued with his sentence. 'Look, Frost. These...people...tore it down. And whateevr they were, they weren't human. Never smelt anything like that before.'
On the other side of the webcam, Frost started laughing. 'Logan. The Mansion's not torn down. Nothing's happened to it. You don't believe me?' The disbelieving looks were answer enough. Frost nodded. 'Okay, here, look. This is the latest photo taken of the Mansion by satellite imaging. I asked for it when Kurt told me something happened to the school.' She sent the file. 'Take a look.'
'Let me,' Jean said, pushing Scott out of the way. Sitting down, her fingers rans across the keyboard as she opened the file. 'No way,' she said softly. Everyone crowded in for a look. The X-Mansion was there, as it was expected, but instead of being in ruins, it was totally fine. Perfectly fine.
Like nothing had happened at all.
'Reality warping,' said a voice behind them, making everyone jump. Alix walked down from the stairs, Chris and Drew right behind her. 'Optical is a reality-warper. He's good, but not that good.'
Ari was confused. 'Wait. Optical? Who the hell is he?'
'Some guy I know,' Alix said offhandedly. She then proceeded to tell them everything she knew about him--which wasn't much--without divulging how she got it. Everyone looked suspicious, but they were more relieved that they knew who was behind it. Then Emma Summers spoke up. 'He's really powerful, isn't he?'
Silence. Then, 'No,' Alix said firmly. 'He's good, but he's not that good.' She kneaded her head. 'I'm missing something here. Come on, think!' She gave her head a soft thunk. Then it came to her. 'Wanda Maximoff. She probably combined her power to Optical's, to help him achieve that illusion. That's the only way it could happen.'
Max Leung frowned. 'Wanda Maximoff?'
'The Scarlet Witch,' Drew spoke up suddenly. Everyone looked at him. 'Mom told me stories about her,' he gave a wicked chuckle. 'I used them to scare my brother Barry.'
For some reason, Chris and Alix were trying not to laugh, and Alix leaned forward and ruffled Drew's hair. Naughty boy, she said chuckling.
Drew ducked to avoid Alix's hand. You taught me to be naughty, Mom...
At that moment they realized that they were being followed by many pairs of eyes. Trying to regain their composure, Alix said. 'So are we going back?' she inquired. Silently, she added, you're gonna pay for that, Drew.
'Yes, I think so,' Scott Summers said. 'It's time we see what's going on.' Yeah, Drew said. But about paying me back...I think you're mistaken, Mom. Another wicked chuckle. That was totally free!
Drew, Chris said, joining in. Would you like to apologize to your mother?
Right, Drew nodded solemnly, following the rest of the X-Men to the vehicles. Maybe I should. Then again, he skipped out of sight of both Chris and Alix, maybe I won't.
Even though they couldn't see him, Alix and Chris felt his laughter following them as they tried to keep the grins from spreading on their faces.
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If you have any suggestions or you want me to write up a story for you, leave a comment at the CBox. Will reply soon
Friday 12 October 2007
The Spyz Agents: Kelstorm Academy Student Profiles
Warning: The following is owned by Kelstorm Academy and Spyz. Any attempt to copyright/violation of the rules/change/even mess with any single item below will result in either
A) A long and painful death,
B) A fast and horrific death and/or
C) A long session of torture so painful you'd wish you'd died instead.
To put it in summary, basically, you mess with my stuff, or you even breathe on my stuff without my permission, you die.
Happy reading.
P.S. All the said persons below are freaking intelligence. That's why most of them have Ph.D's. Well actually it's not coz they're smart; it's coz they're forced to take the subjects.
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AGENT PROFILE
Spyz: Samantha De Hercules Conqueta
ID-Class: USS-CI-2300997
Profile: DE HERCULES CONQUETA, SAMANTHA
Codename: Undertaker
Password: Brutus
Current Status: Tech
Alias: Megan Wallace
Height: 5'8" (1.73m)
Weight: 124
Present Location: United States of America
Date of Birth: February 6
Place of Birth: Fleury, Normandy, France
Characteristics: Photographic memory, horse-sign on left side of the forehead.
Training/Special Skills: Engineering, Physics, Inventing, Chemistry.
Languages: English (various dialects), Japanese, Spanish, German and Chinese.
Education: Computer Science.
Courses: Ecology, Psychology.
School: Kelstorm College.
Experience: Recruited during her twelfth year.
Elite Team Name: Code X
House of: Ian Fleming
Contact E-mail Address: BamBam_68@aceprovider.com
E-password: PIONEER Age: 20
Hair color: Blonde Hair length: Short and curly
Eye Color: Blue Glasses: Yes__No__
Agent name: Vivian F. Spencer
Personal Weapons: Being the team’s resident technician, Sam doesn’t really have any weapons, unless you count hundreds of gigabytes of software and a couple of computers tools of mass destruction.
Shooting Range: Sam doesn’t really fancy shooting bad guys, preferring to let her friends to the dirty work while she exercised her brains. Even so, on one occasion she was seen to have shot a guy point blank from 800 yards away, shocking her friends when they realized it was her first time shooting. Has a serious phobia about guns.
Known relatives: George and Susan De Hercules Conqueta (father and mother), Charles and Edward (brothers), Victoria and Andrew Wills (sister and brother-in-law), Cavanaugh and Florence De Hercules Conqueta (paternal grandparents), Xavier and Evelyn Horace (maternal grandparents), Edmond Horace (uncle).
Personality: Smart and good at making inventions. Has a photographic memory. She keeps in shape by going to the gym. Although she can be sarcastic at times, she is a useful asset to the team.
History: Sam first joined Spyz when she was twelve. Not fully understanding her freaky but pleasantly surprising ability to remember things, her parents received a letter one day from a person saying that she was the headmistress of one particular private boarding school, Kelstorm Academy, and that she would like to enroll Sam in it. Seeing that Sam’s talents would be otherwise wasted in a normal school, Mr. and Mrs. Hercules De Conqueta decided to send her there.
She was surprised when she entered the school just to be informed that she was recruited as a spy. From then, she began her life going through the roadblocks into becoming a spy.
While passing by a gizmo lab one day, Sam was fascinated by the gadgets that the researchers were making. Due to her photographic memory, she could piece together some of the gadgets the researchers had made. Professor Elmore Grant, a spy who had turned researcher, discovered her talent. It was he who determined which teenager would be recruited, and he decided to be Sam’s mentor. Instead of going to classes, Sam would spend her days in Prof. Grant’s lab as he taught her scientific formulas.
One of the first few friends Sam made there was Danika Rey, who soon became her best friend. Their group expanded when Taylor Ashford joined Spyz, cheeky, but with a good soul. Set on becoming a researcher one day, Sam soon began inventing gadgets for Danika and Taylor to use during missions, as the two of them were aiming for a seat in the elite team of Spyz.
Their group was ready for action when three others joined: Daniel Rivers, who was a novice spy trainer, and likes Danika; Jensen Walsh, who was great friends with Sam, and Marcus Fitzpatrick, whom Taylor openly disliked because of his immature attitude.
After going rogue on the DeSoto case, Marcus and Jensen were officially off the team. During the Jay Pascal case, though, two others replaced them: Nathaniel Warrick Kerensky, their Russian contact despite being the son of the czar of the East Coast Russian mob, Danika’s friend; and Brodie Sparks, a fiery youth with limited knowledge of crime. Later, their team was ready to go elite when Brotherhood Handler Chris Perry joined the team.
Comments:
‘Samantha is a highly intelligent young lady. She could invent any gadget you wish. But she shouldn’t always be shut in the lab. She could use some field work.’
Professor Ian Phelps
‘Sam’s a nice person to work with. Sarcastic, yes, but despite all of that, you can always count on her to complete a job.’
Danika Rey, best friend and Captain of Elite Team Code X
‘Sam can be describe best by one word: sarcastic!’
Channing Walsh, friend
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AGENT PROFILE
Spyz: Taylor Alexzandria Ashford
ID-Class: USS-CI-2300999
Profile: ASHFORD, TAYLOR A.
Codename: (Current) Evergreen, (Former) Silencer, Mountaineer, Shadowfox, Wildcard
Password: Phoenix
Current Status: Sharpshooter/Sometimes Courier/Normal member
Alias: Lexa Pierce, Taylor James, Alix Tyler, Riley Manning, Taylor Perry
Height: 5'10" (1.78m)
Weight: 126
Present Location: United States of America
Date of Birth: December 12
Place of Birth: St. Petersburg, Russia
Characteristics: Molar extraction, able to stand both physical and mental pain for several hours, slight deafness in right ear (cured), is ambidextrous, has low latent inhibition.
Training/Special Skills: Krav Maga, track and field, Pilates, Linguistics, Theatre Arts, electromagnetic lock picking, black belt in tae kwon doe and karate, computer hacking, cryptology, Kendo, Ancient Studies.
Languages: English (various dialects), French, Taiwanese, Mandarin, Hebrew, Arabic, Japanese, Italian, Russian, German, Korean, Hungarian, Spanish, Irish, Israeli and Chinese.
Education: Master in Forensic Science, Master in Forensic Photography, a PhD in anthropology. Master’s Degree in Criminology, PhD in Linguistics.
Courses: Ancient Studies, Myths and Legends and Astronomy.
School: Kelstorm College, University of St. Petersburg.
Experience: Recruited fall of her ninth year.
Elite Team Name: Code X.
House of: Ian Fleming
Contact E-mail Address: Organizedchaoz@aceprovider.com
E-password: Semper Age: 18
Hair color: Auburn Hair length: Below shoulder
Eye color: Royal blue Glasses: Yes__No__
Agent Name: -
Personal Weapons: Mainly her pair of Sais and her martial arts technique, but she is known to have been one hell of a knife-thrower. Carries a whole bunch of specially customized silver knives wherever she goes, somehow managing to get them past airport security and metal detectors. She’s also known to have a whole arsenal of weapons, but her trust-worthy bolt action Beretta 501 sniper rifle remains her favorite for sniper duties.
Shooting Range: Maximum said to be around 1300-1500 yards.
Known relatives: Nicholas Ashford (father), Alexzandria ‘Alix’ James (mother, deceased), Drew, Barry and Leo Ashford (brothers), Jules Ashford (sister), Raphael and Alice Kedrinsky (maternal grandparents, deceased), Alexander Ivanov and Marie Feodorovna (paternal grandparents).
Personality: Active and smart. Her observation skills are honed to a razor sharp edge and her deductive reasoning is just as good. To keep physically fit, she took up sports, but her favorites are baseball and soccer. She sometimes uses psychology on her suspects to force the truth out of them. She also likes to do magic, taught by her brother Barry, a world-class magician. Snowboarding and photography are also some of her interests. Absolutely hates psychology, due to the fact that her father used it against her when she was a child.
History: Taylor (whose real name was Lexa Ivanov before she changed her name) was born with a hearing deficiency that was only cured when she was six. At that time, Lexa met Mikhail and Dimitri, sons of Katya Pavlovich, who was Alix James’s contact. She was very close to both of them, who were like a second pair of brothers to her.
Her parents met when they were both sent by their own agencies to find Victor Graham, who was an informant for agencies including Spyz, for whom Nicholas was a secret agent, and The Brotherhood of Wolf, whom Alix was working for. Things got complicated when they found out that Victor Graham was selling both Spyz and the Brotherhood’s secrets to their archrival, Boris Clayton, also known as the mastermind behind the notorious organization. They were forced to eliminate him. Alix and Nicholas were both sharpshooters for their agencies who would not hesitate to kill, making them top assassins for the job.
Nicholas and Alix taught their children everything they needed to know. When the holidays came, they sent the kids to a mountain dojo known as Blue Bolt Institute, where the children were taught self-defense tactics by Instructor Kitaro, who was a known martial-arts expert.
When Lexa was eight, Alix died, murdered brutally by a man named Victor Graham. Alix was only 33 then. Since her death, Lexa stopped taking responsibility for everything, acting like a rebel, laidback and uncaring. Nicholas had been called away for a mission in Korea, so Lexa’s eldest brother and sister, Andrei and Emma, later to be known as Drew and Jules, acted as her parents instead. She changed her name to Taylor Ashford when she joined Spyz to keep her anonymity, the surname taken from her father’s American name, keeping her middle name as Alexzandria, after her mother’s name and her real name, Lexa. Her brothers and sister soon followed.
It was not only when Nicholas came back from Korea that he found out about his wife’s death. He was so heart-broken that he left the agency, but due to circumstances, he came back again. Later, Taylor had been chosen to be a second test subject in Project Alpha. To prevent this, Taylor’s grandfather, Raphael Kedrinsky, who knew about his daughter and son-in-law’s previous involvement with Spyz, decided to send Taylor to the agency to learn survivor skills. Raphael later passed away due to a car accident.
This decision was politely disagreed by General Alexander Ivanov, Nicholas’s father. The Ivanovs were proud direct Romanov descendants, and the General, ex-KGB, head of Foreign Intelligence, was the 2nd or 3rd most important man in Russia after the President. Just because he had his disagreements about the marriage of their children it didn’t mean he didn’t care. He wanted Taylor to lead a normal life, unlike her brothers and sister, who had joined the Brotherhood, but ended up quitting several years later. Even so, Raphael got his way in the end, helped by his good friend Aurora Orion, chairwoman of Spyz.
When Taylor first arrived at Spyz, she was the talk of all the teachers. Although Raphael had referred to her as a laidback rebel, the Spyz professors found that she had a bright future as a spy, and placed her in a group including members Danika Rey and Sam De Hercules Conqueta.
Although, with all the males in her house, Taylor finds it easier hanging out with boys than girls, she desperately needed girl friends to talk with other than her sister. Danika and Sam fitted the description, and they were inseparable after that.
When Spyz novices Daniel Rivers, Jensen Walsh, and Marcus Fitzpatrick joined the team, Taylor had a fleeting moment that everything was perfect. It was far from it. Somehow, Jensen and Marcus went rogue on the DeSoto case, where they were supposed to bust the doings of a black market, but got enticed by the rewards waiting if they would join the service of the Black Knight, a member of the B.O.D. under the control of the mastermind behind the black market dealings. Because of this, Taylor, Danika, Sam and Daniel had to sweep up the pieces after them. Literally.
Angry at the humiliation brought on the team, Taylor officially declared that Marcus and Jensen were no longer with them, especially when he shot an innocent man in front of her. Her feelings were hurt once; twice was too much. After that, she became cold and guarded to all but her family and friends, and it was because of that incident that her trust issues grew.
Later she met again with Chris Perry, who seemed to the rest of the team members to be rather enigmatic, as no one knew who he really was, and what his job was. As case after case is piled onto the members of Code X, the secrets that Chris has been keeping for so long are slowly beginning to unravel.
Quote Danika, “You always fall for the bad guy! Let’s not get started on it.”
Comments:
‘Taylor Ashford is cold and lethal. She is the combination of both her parents, and has obviously inherited their habit of killing in cold blood. If this keeps going on, she could be thrown off the elite team.’
Nero Wolfe, Senior Representative of the Council
‘Taylor has been through many traumatizing things in her life; that’s why she’s acting all cold and guarded. But she’s actually very fragile; she’s not as strong as she thinks she is.’
Danika Rey, close friend
‘Taylor’s a top student in Blue Bolt Institute. If she wasn’t accepted into Spyz, she’d probably be working for the Brotherhood, or—God forbid—the KGB.’
Mick Ricky, Spyz astronomer
‘Taylor’s good—too good. She has the Romanov blue eyes, Nicholas’s smile, Alexandria’s chin, and her grandmother’s hands. But she also inherited her stubborn streak from her grandfather, General Alexander Ivanov. She’s a pure Russian through and through. She’s good and she’s beautiful, and that’s what makes her dangerous.’
Instructor Kitaro, Blue Bolt Institute Master
‘Taylor…the thing about Taylor is, she’s a loner. She takes what she wants, when she wants, beholden to none. She has a problem with authority. She believes in loyalty and trust. Especially trust. She’s the type of person who really doesn’t care. Either you like her, or you don’t.’
Samantha de Hercules Conqueta, close friend
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AGENT PROFILE
Spyz: Danika Rey
ID-Class: USS-CI-2300993
Profile: REY, DANIKA
Codename: Blazing Star, Ace, Rey
Pass phrase: I am a medjai of the east, seeking what is lost.
Reply: I am a warrior of the west, is it I whom you seek.
Current Status: Team Captain
Alias: Danielle Sterling
Height: 5'7" (1.70m)
Weight: 122
Present Location: United States of America
Date of Birth: April 13
Place of Birth: Napanee, Ontario, Canada
Characteristics: Scar on left elbow due to Frisbee injury, birthmark in shape of five-point star on left shoulder.
Training/Special Skills: Track and field, Pilates, Linguistics, Theatre Arts, electromagnetic lock picking, black belt in martial arts, computer hacking, expert skier, avid stuntwoman, pro pianist.
Languages: English (various dialects), French, Taiwanese, Mandarin, Hebrew, Arabic, Japanese, Italian, Vietnamese, Swedish, Spanish, and Chinese.
Education: Master in Forensic Science, graduate of Kelstorm Academy.
Courses: Bio-reconstruction, genetic mutation, medicine, virology.
School: Kelstorm College.
Experience: Recruited early summer of her eleventh year, Project International Heist.
Elite Team Name: Code X
House of: Ian Fleming
Contact E-mail Address: blazing_star@aceprovider.com
E-password: Kai3li4 Age: 19
Hair color: Deep brown Hair Length: Below shoulder
Eye color: Deep brown Glasses: Yes__No__
Agent Name: Cayden Rowan
Personal Weapons: Being easily the best martial artist Spyz has ever seen, Danika hardly needs a weapon. What for, when her body could probably do more damage than a .22 caliber bullet can? But when she’s in serious need of a weapon, she usually grabs anything within reach. On more than one occasion she has the habit of grabbing one of Taylor’s sais while the latter’s in the middle of a fight, usually causing her friend to lose momentum momentarily just to knock out a bad guy or two, but always managing to return the weapon just at the right moment. Does this girl have a freaking good sense of predictability or what?
Shooting Range: When Danika joined Spyz she was at first part of an assassination program, which was where she met Nathan Kerensky. As the Sniper Target Elimination Program’s (STEP) minimum shooting range is above 600 yards, it is safe to assume that Danika can shoot until 1200-1300 yards, since she once said that she’s never been able to beat Taylor’s range of 1300 (or so) yards. She beat Nate’s range by a hundred yards.
Known relatives: Ivan and Natalie Rey (parents), Hayley Rey (sister), Bradley Rey (brother), Jared Presley (brother-in-law), Vincent and Joanna Rey (grandparents), Cole Turner and Patricia Rey (uncle and aunt), Alex, Brenda and Will Turner (cousins).
Personality: Good at drawing. Has a good mind of how crime works. Depends on logic, and sometimes psychology, to deduce her theories. She values friendship very much, and she’d do anything for friends. She’s currently set on becoming a member of the elite team.
History: Danika’s parents were both scientists. It was then that she started having hopes of becoming a scientist, and she trained herself to use logical explanations, and started shaping up her observation skills.
One day, after winning the prize for successfully solving a tough mystery, Danika received a letter from a private boarding school by the name of Kelstorm Academy requesting that she enroll herself there. As her parents were away most of the time doing research, bringing her elder sister, Hayley along with them, they agreed to let her be enrolled there, since her brother Bradley was accepted to Harvard Law, and there would be no one at home anyway.
When Danika stepped into the school, she was blown away. Agents were training in every room. After enrolling herself, she was introduced to Channing, a senior, who was aiming for the elite team. It was Channing who first introduced Danika to danger, and how to face it. She taught Danika the kind of self-defense the age-old kung fu masters used in olden China, and surprisingly, Danika found herself acing the class. It was fun, and she could protect herself at the same time, so why not? She eventually got a black belt in martial arts.
After a while, Channing graduated with flying colors. Later, she was introduced to Spyz Headquarters, where she became a fully-fledged spy. Meanwhile, Danika made it to the elite level after graduating in STEP, the school’s resident Sniper Target Elimination Program, but she needed a team of seven to qualify. She then made friends with Samantha De Hercules Conqueta, a nice but sarcastic girl with a photographic memory. Later, who else better to balance out Sam’s sarcasm and Danika’s deadly serious conduct but Taylor Ashford with her cheeky, don’t-care attitude and cold manners? Although Taylor hangs out better with boys, she loves her best friends as though they were soul sisters.
Later, the team expanded when three boys joined the girls, staring Daniel Rivers, a nice guy who wants to be a spy trainer; Jensen Walsh, a person with high goals in life; and Marcus Fitzpatrick, who joined just because he didn’t have a choice.
At first they got along quite nicely, but for some reason, when Jensen and Marcus were assigned to the DeSoto case, they were tempted by rewards given to them by the Black Knight, a member of the council of the mastermind behind the dealings of a notorious black market. When Spyz chairman Aurora Orion found out about this, she decided to let them leave with a small amount of what remained of their dignity by getting them to resign.
Being the only boy on the team was hard for Daniel, but he soon realized that Danika and the others were not what he’d expected. He was quite taken with them, and as time grew, he started liking Danika. Unknown to him, she liked him too. But they never told each other.
Danika was now on the way to becoming a member of the elite after the success of the Jay Pascal case, where they celebrated, not only the outcome of the case, but also of their new teammates.
Even so, she has always had a firm friend in Nathaniel Warrick Kerensky, an old friend from STEP, whom she’d bumped into after some time in the Jay Pascal case, who had been recruited specially as Field Handler for the case. Though Daniel Rivers and Brodie Sparks have their suspicions about him, they have now reconciled the fact that he’s a member of the team.
Comments:
‘Special Agent Rey is good at what she does. She doesn’t take too lightly about receiving orders, but she’ll tolerate them, if only for the greater good.’
Greg Carson, Mission Controller
‘Danika’s good; she’s very professional. Though she has a bright personality, Danika blows when least expected, and she can be deadly serious…that’s deadly and serious.’
Daniel Rivers, friend
‘Special Agent Rey deserves to be elected team captain. She thinks outside the box, and is always innovative and motivated.’
Professor John Condake
‘Danika is cool. She knows a lot about what we do, and that’s a plus. She’s also a very good leader, knowing how to juggle her duty as captain in between keeping all of us safe. She’s cool.’
Taylor Ashford, close friend
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AGENT PROFILE
Spyz: Nathaniel Warrick Kerensky
ID-Class: USS-CI-2301007
Profile: KERENSKY, NATHANIEL W.
Codename: Outrigger
Password: Magnum
Current Status: Field Handler
Alias: Horatio Matlack
Height: 5'10" (1.78m)
Weight: 139
Present Location: United States of America
Date of Birth: July 31
Place of Birth: Moscow, Russia
Characteristics: Scar on left arm, fractured kneecaps, faint Russian accent.
Training/Special Skills: Krav Maga, track and field, Pilates, Linguistics, Theatre Arts, electromagnetic lock picking, black belt in tae kwon doe and karate, computer hacking, pro sportsman, extreme stuntman, musician.
Languages: English, French, Greek, Italian, Russian and Spanish.
Education: Master in Forensic Science, Doctorate.
Courses: Psychology.
School: Yale/Kelstorm College.
Experience: Recruited fall of his twentieth year.
Elite Team Name: Code X
House of: Ian Fleming
Contact E-mail Address: ShadowSorcerer_Magyk@aceprovider.com
E-password: Chronicles Age: 21
Hair color: Brown Hair length: Short
Eye color: Blue Glasses: Yes__No__
Agent Name: Dorian Grey
Personal Weapons: None, but when you’re a black belt in tae kwon do and karate, you hardly need any weapons, do you? Even so, he carries around an eight-inch serrated knife just in case.
Shooting Range: Being a member of STEP (as I’ve said countless times in Danika’s profile already), Nathan’s maximum shooting range is 1200 yards. Evidence for this observation can be seen at Danika Rey’s profile.
Known relatives: Ivan Kerensky Jr. (father), Amanda Maxwell (mother, deceased), Lincoln Kane (brother), Colleen Johnson (sister-in-law, deceased), Jessica Harlan (cousin), Ivan Kerensky Sr. (grandfather), Lawrence Harlan (uncle), Cassian Kerensky (brother), Brandon Kane (nephew), Simon Daffyd (charge).
Personality: Preferring to be known as Nathan, Nathaniel Warrick Kerensky might be described as a perfectionist. He doesn’t quit on a job until it’s done accordingly. He’s good with guns, and he doesn’t take too kindly on being bossed around. Even so, he’s a natural leader, and he’s always calm and unruffled, no matter how gory the scene.
He has a rep in the crime world. His father is the czar of the entire East Coast Russian mob, and his uncle used to be an international anything-you-want: terrorist, drug dealer, you name it, he’s got it. It is this “family fame” that made Nathan known in the Underground as a tae kwon do black belt, and someone not be to antagonize.
History: Nathan’s mother died when he was fourteen years old, and, being the son of Ivan Kerensky, czar of the East Coast Russian mob, things didn’t turn out too well for him.
He met Danika Rey when he was 15, and she was just two years younger than him. They were living in different neighborhoods, different circles, that it seemed impossible to meet her. But Fate intervened (yes, I’m being super drama) and both met when they signed up for STEP, the Sniper Target Elimination Program hosted by Spyz. Both of them clicked instantly. Even at that young age, he sensed that Danika was different from others girls he’d seen before, protective of her family and friends.
When Nathan was sixteen, the FBI arrested his father. Ivan Kerensky Junior was taken into custody in federal prison, and Nate was sent to live with his grandfather, Ivan Kerensky Senior, for a brief time in his estate. When he was sixteen, Kerensky Senior, who was now the main stockholder in Harlan Enterprises, gave him his very own penthouse, a superb pair of shotguns, some land, and a Corvette to start with. Nathan soon became the old man’s favorite grandson, probably because they were close.
Nathan graduated with a Master in Forensic Science, but was forced to take his father’s place when he came of age. Even so, he has always tried to avoid illegal business deals.
He bumped into Danika Rey again during the Jay Pascal case, where he was recruited as Field Handler for the team.
Comments:
‘Despite him being the son of Mafia King, Nathan isn’t snobbish or anything. It’s like he’s running from his own identity, refusing to accept the fact that he comes from a line of perps, and that he’s trying to repay their debts to society.’
Mitchell Aidan, fellow Spyz Agent
‘Nathan’s cool. He’s a very good Field Handler. But I think he’s kind of moody sometimes, thinking about his dad, maybe?’
Brodie Sparks, friend
‘Nathaniel Warrick Kerensky is one of a kind. He may not be as highly trained as many of the others, but he makes up for that by uniting the team together, and helping various members of the agency, regardless of who they are.’
Aurora Desantis Orion, Chairperson
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AGENT PROFILE
Spyz: Daniel Anselm Rivers
ID-Class: USS-CI-2301000
Profile: RIVERS, DANIEL A.
Codename: Spellbreaker
Password: Rowan Sprit
Current Status: Normal member/Backup tech
Alias: Rowan Geoffrey
Height: 5'9" (1.75m)
Weight: 138
Present Location: United States of America
Date of Birth: January 1
Place of Birth: Beverly Hills, Los Angeles, USA
Characteristics: Scald mark on left wrist, small birthmark by the neck.
Training/Special Skills: Krav Maga, track and field, Pilates, Linguistics, Theatre Arts, black belt in karate, computer hacking, computer expert, good chess player.
Languages: English (various dialects), French, Taiwanese, Mandarin, Hebrew, German, Japanese, Italian, Korean, Spanish, and Chinese.
Education: Masters in Forensic Science.
Courses: Virology, bio-reconstruction, genetic mutation, technology.
School: Kelstorm College.
Experience: Recruited spring of his sixteenth year, Operation Deep Sea Blue
Elite Team Name: Code X
House of: Ian Fleming
Contact Email Address: Spirit_Magick@aceprovider.com
E-password: Rowan Sprit Age: 19
Hair color: Black Hair length: Short
Eye color: Dark brown Glasses: Yes__No__
Agent Name: Damien Alastor
Personal Weapons: None. He doesn’t need weapons. All he has to do is whack some baddie out, and wait for his friends to finish the job for him. Lucky guy.
Shooting Range: Daniel doesn’t bother with that. He leaves the shooting to Taylor and Chris, preferring to stay behind the sidelines. He once said that he could equal Sam’s feat of 800 yards, but this theory has until today not been confirmed.
Known relatives: Fenton and Marissa Rivers (parents), Russell and Darryl Rivers (brothers), Nicole Rivers (sister).
Personality: He’s a heavy flirter, but he rarely succeeds. Kind of lazy too, but he’s clever. He’s a natural actor and comedian.
History: Daniel wanted to be a spy trainer as long as he could remember. When his letter from Kelstorm Academy came, it was like a dream come true. He accepted the challenge eagerly.
There, he met with boys his age: Jensen Walsh and Marcus Fitzpatrick. Later, they were assigned to join a team of three girls: Danika Rey, Sam De Hercules Conqueta, and Taylor Ashford. Daniel grinned, liking his new partners at once.
During all the missions, Daniel has always been trying to get Danika’s attention, and he flirts with her the most. He liked her. A lot.
When his pals Jensen and Marcus went rogue in the DeSoto case, he was shocked to find that he was the only guy left. Although the girls were nice to him, he still yearned for guy fellowship. This fellowship came in the form of Nathaniel Warrick Kerensky, Danika’s friend, whom he’d met during the Jay Pascal case, and Brodie Sparks, the young recruit he was supposed to train. Nathaniel and Daniel have grown very close, and now, Daniel is finally happy that he has another man on the team to back him up, even though he was wary towards Nathan in the beginning after hearing stories about him from Danika.
Comments:
‘Daniel is a good friend and asset to the team. His skills in technology come in handy sometimes. Not to mention the fact that he’s not bad-looking, either.’
Danika Rey, friend
‘Special Agent Rivers is a rising star. Under my training (and that of other Spyz veterans), he has managed to achieve the expectations of a highly respected trainer—Diego Rodriguez.’
Coach Keenan Dyson, Spyz trainer
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AGENT PROFILE
Spyz: Brodie Sparks
ID-Class: USS-CI-2301005
Profile: SPARKS, BRODIE
Codename: Rifle
Password: Planet Shakers
Current Status: Normal member, (former) Probationary officer.
Alias: Patrick Sullivan
Height: 5'4" (1.63m)
Weight: 110
Present Location: United States of America
Date of Birth: July 7
Place of Birth: Galway, Ireland
Characteristics: Irish accent, knee fractures, birthmark near right temple.
Training/Special Skills: Blue belt in karate, computer hacking.
Languages: English (various dialects), Irish, Spanish and mild Chinese.
Education: Graduate of Kelstorm Academy.
Courses: Forensic Science.
School: Kelstorm College.
Experience: Recruited in his twelfth year.
Elite Team Name: Code X
House of: Ian Fleming
Contact Email Address: Alpha_Bravo@aceprovider.com
E-password: AJ Age: 17
Hair color: Red Hair length: Short
Eye color: Green Glasses: Yes__No__
Agent Name: Brandon Kane
Known relatives: Michael and Gwen Sparks (parents), Horace Sparks (brother), Jordan Sparks (elder sister), Patricia Sparks (adopted sister), Keith and Hilary Sparks (grandparents).
Personality: He has a limited knowledge of how crime works, and therefore quite illogical. Believes that ghosts exist and is extremely superstitious. Being Irish, he utterly believes in leprechauns and banshees. Limited knowledge of defense tactics but has a bubbly nature. Has a remarkable imagination. Loves to fool around. Loves to go by the book.
History: Brodie was born in the countryside in Ireland. He was educated in the old ways, and like the rest of his family, he believes in ghosts and fairy folk.
He had a growth problem when he was younger, making him the shorter than he was supposed to be. Even though he’s seventeen, his height is the height of a sixteen year old, making him both the youngest and shortest member of the team.
When a relative offered to bring him to America, where he was born, Brodie jumped at the chance. He was twelve then. He was supposed to go to a public school, but the said relative, who was leaving America by then, decided to put him into a boarding school, namely Kelstorm Academy, where he studied for four years until Spyz Chairwoman Aurora Orion picked him up, and passed him to Spyz agent Daniel Rivers to be more advanced trained. Being a probie, Brodie wasn’t allowed to join in any of the major operations, but he usually finds himself in the middle of it, although he isn’t too fond of danger.
Somehow, Brodie found himself assisting the team on the Jay Pascal case. By taking the credit for Chris Perry’s work during the case, he made a name for himself amongst the other probationary officers, but although he got busted in the end, he was still highly regarded as part of the elite.
Comments:
‘Many people underestimate him because he is short. But what they don’t know is that Brodie’s pretty good for a new recruit.’
Daniel Rivers, trainer-in-training
‘Brodie is on the way to becoming a good agent, but he needs to work on his teamwork abilities. He tends to take credit for what the others have done. If this keeps up, pretty soon Brodie will be transferred to another team.’
Professor Ian Phelps
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AGENT PROFILE
Spyz: Christien Andreas Perry
ID-Class: USS-CI-2301047
Profile: PERRY, CHRISTIEN ANDREAS
Codename: Argent, Pioneer, Riesling, Quicksilver.
Password: Seraph
Current Status: Brotherhood Handler/Sharpshooter
Security Clearance: Level 9
Alias: Christien Perry, Christophe, St. Aidan, Sirch, the Familiar Stranger.
Height: 6'1½" (1.87m)
Weight: 145
Current Location: United States of America
Date of Birth: August 3
Place of Birth: St. Petersburg, Russia
Characteristics: Scar on right knee due to soccer injury, knife wound on right shoulder, able to stand both physical and mental pain for several hours, a three-quarter circle with two short lines and a small circle at the right arm, is ambidextrous.
Training/Special Skills: Krav Maga, track and field, Pilates, Linguistics, Theatre Arts, electromagnetic lock picking, black belt in tae kwon doe and karate, computer hacking, cryptology, Ancient Studies, experienced battle tactician, strategist, excellent marksman with guns, trained as a ninja samurai for several years. Despite his young age, he is a master in multiple forms of martial arts, weapons, and vehicles. He is also a trained expert in computers, explosives, and assassination techniques.
Languages: English (various dialects), French, Taiwanese, Mandarin, Hebrew, Arabic, Japanese, Italian, Russian, German, Korean, Hungarian, Spanish, Irish, Israeli and Chinese.
Education: Master in Forensic Science, MD and a PhD in marine biology, Master in Forensic Photography, PhD in Linguistics.
Courses: Psychology, Astronomy and Aviation.
School: Xavier’s Academy for the Talented, University of St. Petersburg.
Experience: Brotherhood Recruitment (2001), Spyz Recruitment (2006), former freelancer.
Elite Team Name: Code X
House of: Ian Fleming
Contact E-mail Address: Jokersdotcom@aceprovider.com
E-password: Labyrinth Age: 22
Hair color: Auburn Hair length: Short
Eye color: Grey Glasses: Yes__No__
Agent Name: Lionel Mane
Personal Weapons: Doesn’t have any, but he is really good with practically every kind of sword there is. He can also talk his way out of danger, and also manages to insult/manipulate others without his victims knowing.
Shooting Range: Undetermined, but is seen to be much higher than Taylor’s, due to the fact she once said that he always won whenever they were pitting against each other. Learnt sniping from his grandfather who often brought him hunting.
Known relatives: Mikhail Alexandrovich (father), Katya Pavlovich (mother), Konstantin, Ioann and Mikhail Alexandrovich (brothers), Irina Alexandrovich (sister), Kirill Alexandrovich (grandfather), Uri and Levak Ivanov (second cousins).
Personality: Chris may seem like everyone else, but there’s a part of him no one knows about: one part of him is something of a sharpshooter—cold, guarded, calm, and wary; the other part is his bad-boy attitude. Even though he likes Taylor, he always keeps it professional. He shows others that he cares by giving them help and advice. Always calm and composed, he’s a fighter, and he never admits defeat easily. He’s good at stealth, and he knows his way around guns. He doesn’t like to be bossed around. He usually disappears for long stretches at a time, but comes back now and again to check on things.
History: Unknown, but it is common knowledge that he has changed his name to Christien Perry, and that the only person who calls him by his real name to his face is Taylor Ashford.
Comments:
‘No one knows much about Chris, except perhaps Taylor. We’re all wondering why he, a member of the Brotherhood, was assigned to be Taylor’s Handler? Something’s fishy about it. But, hey, he’s cute, so no one’s complaining.’
Beverly Matthews, Captain of Elite Team Polaris
‘Chris has gone through many hardships in his youth. He remains strictly professional at all times. The boy has seen too much in his life; I fear that he may not be as strong as he thinks he is. He shouldn’t have had to go through all these.’
Instructor Kitaro, Blue Bolt Institute Master
‘Chris is just like his mentor, Alix James. They both share the same personality, the same traits that he later passed onto Taylor. Let’s hope he’ll be able to relax more.’
Cory Christopher, Senior Envoy of the Brotherhood Council
‘Chris is cool. He knows when to work, and when to have fun. But unlike his other friends, Chris knows when to stop.’
Philo Pendragast, close friend
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Well, there you have it. The profiles of our seven heroes. [Lol sounds dramatic leh XDXDXD]
Wish them luck in their journey. [Why does everything I say sound so cliched?]
Have fun!!
Enjoy the Profiles.
P.S. NOT COPYRIGHTING!!!
A) A long and painful death,
B) A fast and horrific death and/or
C) A long session of torture so painful you'd wish you'd died instead.
To put it in summary, basically, you mess with my stuff, or you even breathe on my stuff without my permission, you die.
Happy reading.
P.S. All the said persons below are freaking intelligence. That's why most of them have Ph.D's. Well actually it's not coz they're smart; it's coz they're forced to take the subjects.
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AGENT PROFILE
Spyz: Samantha De Hercules Conqueta
ID-Class: USS-CI-2300997
Profile: DE HERCULES CONQUETA, SAMANTHA
Codename: Undertaker
Password: Brutus
Current Status: Tech
Alias: Megan Wallace
Height: 5'8" (1.73m)
Weight: 124
Present Location: United States of America
Date of Birth: February 6
Place of Birth: Fleury, Normandy, France
Characteristics: Photographic memory, horse-sign on left side of the forehead.
Training/Special Skills: Engineering, Physics, Inventing, Chemistry.
Languages: English (various dialects), Japanese, Spanish, German and Chinese.
Education: Computer Science.
Courses: Ecology, Psychology.
School: Kelstorm College.
Experience: Recruited during her twelfth year.
Elite Team Name: Code X
House of: Ian Fleming
Contact E-mail Address: BamBam_68@aceprovider.com
E-password: PIONEER Age: 20
Hair color: Blonde Hair length: Short and curly
Eye Color: Blue Glasses: Yes__No__
Agent name: Vivian F. Spencer
Personal Weapons: Being the team’s resident technician, Sam doesn’t really have any weapons, unless you count hundreds of gigabytes of software and a couple of computers tools of mass destruction.
Shooting Range: Sam doesn’t really fancy shooting bad guys, preferring to let her friends to the dirty work while she exercised her brains. Even so, on one occasion she was seen to have shot a guy point blank from 800 yards away, shocking her friends when they realized it was her first time shooting. Has a serious phobia about guns.
Known relatives: George and Susan De Hercules Conqueta (father and mother), Charles and Edward (brothers), Victoria and Andrew Wills (sister and brother-in-law), Cavanaugh and Florence De Hercules Conqueta (paternal grandparents), Xavier and Evelyn Horace (maternal grandparents), Edmond Horace (uncle).
Personality: Smart and good at making inventions. Has a photographic memory. She keeps in shape by going to the gym. Although she can be sarcastic at times, she is a useful asset to the team.
History: Sam first joined Spyz when she was twelve. Not fully understanding her freaky but pleasantly surprising ability to remember things, her parents received a letter one day from a person saying that she was the headmistress of one particular private boarding school, Kelstorm Academy, and that she would like to enroll Sam in it. Seeing that Sam’s talents would be otherwise wasted in a normal school, Mr. and Mrs. Hercules De Conqueta decided to send her there.
She was surprised when she entered the school just to be informed that she was recruited as a spy. From then, she began her life going through the roadblocks into becoming a spy.
While passing by a gizmo lab one day, Sam was fascinated by the gadgets that the researchers were making. Due to her photographic memory, she could piece together some of the gadgets the researchers had made. Professor Elmore Grant, a spy who had turned researcher, discovered her talent. It was he who determined which teenager would be recruited, and he decided to be Sam’s mentor. Instead of going to classes, Sam would spend her days in Prof. Grant’s lab as he taught her scientific formulas.
One of the first few friends Sam made there was Danika Rey, who soon became her best friend. Their group expanded when Taylor Ashford joined Spyz, cheeky, but with a good soul. Set on becoming a researcher one day, Sam soon began inventing gadgets for Danika and Taylor to use during missions, as the two of them were aiming for a seat in the elite team of Spyz.
Their group was ready for action when three others joined: Daniel Rivers, who was a novice spy trainer, and likes Danika; Jensen Walsh, who was great friends with Sam, and Marcus Fitzpatrick, whom Taylor openly disliked because of his immature attitude.
After going rogue on the DeSoto case, Marcus and Jensen were officially off the team. During the Jay Pascal case, though, two others replaced them: Nathaniel Warrick Kerensky, their Russian contact despite being the son of the czar of the East Coast Russian mob, Danika’s friend; and Brodie Sparks, a fiery youth with limited knowledge of crime. Later, their team was ready to go elite when Brotherhood Handler Chris Perry joined the team.
Comments:
‘Samantha is a highly intelligent young lady. She could invent any gadget you wish. But she shouldn’t always be shut in the lab. She could use some field work.’
Professor Ian Phelps
‘Sam’s a nice person to work with. Sarcastic, yes, but despite all of that, you can always count on her to complete a job.’
Danika Rey, best friend and Captain of Elite Team Code X
‘Sam can be describe best by one word: sarcastic!’
Channing Walsh, friend
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AGENT PROFILE
Spyz: Taylor Alexzandria Ashford
ID-Class: USS-CI-2300999
Profile: ASHFORD, TAYLOR A.
Codename: (Current) Evergreen, (Former) Silencer, Mountaineer, Shadowfox, Wildcard
Password: Phoenix
Current Status: Sharpshooter/Sometimes Courier/Normal member
Alias: Lexa Pierce, Taylor James, Alix Tyler, Riley Manning, Taylor Perry
Height: 5'10" (1.78m)
Weight: 126
Present Location: United States of America
Date of Birth: December 12
Place of Birth: St. Petersburg, Russia
Characteristics: Molar extraction, able to stand both physical and mental pain for several hours, slight deafness in right ear (cured), is ambidextrous, has low latent inhibition.
Training/Special Skills: Krav Maga, track and field, Pilates, Linguistics, Theatre Arts, electromagnetic lock picking, black belt in tae kwon doe and karate, computer hacking, cryptology, Kendo, Ancient Studies.
Languages: English (various dialects), French, Taiwanese, Mandarin, Hebrew, Arabic, Japanese, Italian, Russian, German, Korean, Hungarian, Spanish, Irish, Israeli and Chinese.
Education: Master in Forensic Science, Master in Forensic Photography, a PhD in anthropology. Master’s Degree in Criminology, PhD in Linguistics.
Courses: Ancient Studies, Myths and Legends and Astronomy.
School: Kelstorm College, University of St. Petersburg.
Experience: Recruited fall of her ninth year.
Elite Team Name: Code X.
House of: Ian Fleming
Contact E-mail Address: Organizedchaoz@aceprovider.com
E-password: Semper Age: 18
Hair color: Auburn Hair length: Below shoulder
Eye color: Royal blue Glasses: Yes__No__
Agent Name: -
Personal Weapons: Mainly her pair of Sais and her martial arts technique, but she is known to have been one hell of a knife-thrower. Carries a whole bunch of specially customized silver knives wherever she goes, somehow managing to get them past airport security and metal detectors. She’s also known to have a whole arsenal of weapons, but her trust-worthy bolt action Beretta 501 sniper rifle remains her favorite for sniper duties.
Shooting Range: Maximum said to be around 1300-1500 yards.
Known relatives: Nicholas Ashford (father), Alexzandria ‘Alix’ James (mother, deceased), Drew, Barry and Leo Ashford (brothers), Jules Ashford (sister), Raphael and Alice Kedrinsky (maternal grandparents, deceased), Alexander Ivanov and Marie Feodorovna (paternal grandparents).
Personality: Active and smart. Her observation skills are honed to a razor sharp edge and her deductive reasoning is just as good. To keep physically fit, she took up sports, but her favorites are baseball and soccer. She sometimes uses psychology on her suspects to force the truth out of them. She also likes to do magic, taught by her brother Barry, a world-class magician. Snowboarding and photography are also some of her interests. Absolutely hates psychology, due to the fact that her father used it against her when she was a child.
History: Taylor (whose real name was Lexa Ivanov before she changed her name) was born with a hearing deficiency that was only cured when she was six. At that time, Lexa met Mikhail and Dimitri, sons of Katya Pavlovich, who was Alix James’s contact. She was very close to both of them, who were like a second pair of brothers to her.
Her parents met when they were both sent by their own agencies to find Victor Graham, who was an informant for agencies including Spyz, for whom Nicholas was a secret agent, and The Brotherhood of Wolf, whom Alix was working for. Things got complicated when they found out that Victor Graham was selling both Spyz and the Brotherhood’s secrets to their archrival, Boris Clayton, also known as the mastermind behind the notorious organization. They were forced to eliminate him. Alix and Nicholas were both sharpshooters for their agencies who would not hesitate to kill, making them top assassins for the job.
Nicholas and Alix taught their children everything they needed to know. When the holidays came, they sent the kids to a mountain dojo known as Blue Bolt Institute, where the children were taught self-defense tactics by Instructor Kitaro, who was a known martial-arts expert.
When Lexa was eight, Alix died, murdered brutally by a man named Victor Graham. Alix was only 33 then. Since her death, Lexa stopped taking responsibility for everything, acting like a rebel, laidback and uncaring. Nicholas had been called away for a mission in Korea, so Lexa’s eldest brother and sister, Andrei and Emma, later to be known as Drew and Jules, acted as her parents instead. She changed her name to Taylor Ashford when she joined Spyz to keep her anonymity, the surname taken from her father’s American name, keeping her middle name as Alexzandria, after her mother’s name and her real name, Lexa. Her brothers and sister soon followed.
It was not only when Nicholas came back from Korea that he found out about his wife’s death. He was so heart-broken that he left the agency, but due to circumstances, he came back again. Later, Taylor had been chosen to be a second test subject in Project Alpha. To prevent this, Taylor’s grandfather, Raphael Kedrinsky, who knew about his daughter and son-in-law’s previous involvement with Spyz, decided to send Taylor to the agency to learn survivor skills. Raphael later passed away due to a car accident.
This decision was politely disagreed by General Alexander Ivanov, Nicholas’s father. The Ivanovs were proud direct Romanov descendants, and the General, ex-KGB, head of Foreign Intelligence, was the 2nd or 3rd most important man in Russia after the President. Just because he had his disagreements about the marriage of their children it didn’t mean he didn’t care. He wanted Taylor to lead a normal life, unlike her brothers and sister, who had joined the Brotherhood, but ended up quitting several years later. Even so, Raphael got his way in the end, helped by his good friend Aurora Orion, chairwoman of Spyz.
When Taylor first arrived at Spyz, she was the talk of all the teachers. Although Raphael had referred to her as a laidback rebel, the Spyz professors found that she had a bright future as a spy, and placed her in a group including members Danika Rey and Sam De Hercules Conqueta.
Although, with all the males in her house, Taylor finds it easier hanging out with boys than girls, she desperately needed girl friends to talk with other than her sister. Danika and Sam fitted the description, and they were inseparable after that.
When Spyz novices Daniel Rivers, Jensen Walsh, and Marcus Fitzpatrick joined the team, Taylor had a fleeting moment that everything was perfect. It was far from it. Somehow, Jensen and Marcus went rogue on the DeSoto case, where they were supposed to bust the doings of a black market, but got enticed by the rewards waiting if they would join the service of the Black Knight, a member of the B.O.D. under the control of the mastermind behind the black market dealings. Because of this, Taylor, Danika, Sam and Daniel had to sweep up the pieces after them. Literally.
Angry at the humiliation brought on the team, Taylor officially declared that Marcus and Jensen were no longer with them, especially when he shot an innocent man in front of her. Her feelings were hurt once; twice was too much. After that, she became cold and guarded to all but her family and friends, and it was because of that incident that her trust issues grew.
Later she met again with Chris Perry, who seemed to the rest of the team members to be rather enigmatic, as no one knew who he really was, and what his job was. As case after case is piled onto the members of Code X, the secrets that Chris has been keeping for so long are slowly beginning to unravel.
Quote Danika, “You always fall for the bad guy! Let’s not get started on it.”
Comments:
‘Taylor Ashford is cold and lethal. She is the combination of both her parents, and has obviously inherited their habit of killing in cold blood. If this keeps going on, she could be thrown off the elite team.’
Nero Wolfe, Senior Representative of the Council
‘Taylor has been through many traumatizing things in her life; that’s why she’s acting all cold and guarded. But she’s actually very fragile; she’s not as strong as she thinks she is.’
Danika Rey, close friend
‘Taylor’s a top student in Blue Bolt Institute. If she wasn’t accepted into Spyz, she’d probably be working for the Brotherhood, or—God forbid—the KGB.’
Mick Ricky, Spyz astronomer
‘Taylor’s good—too good. She has the Romanov blue eyes, Nicholas’s smile, Alexandria’s chin, and her grandmother’s hands. But she also inherited her stubborn streak from her grandfather, General Alexander Ivanov. She’s a pure Russian through and through. She’s good and she’s beautiful, and that’s what makes her dangerous.’
Instructor Kitaro, Blue Bolt Institute Master
‘Taylor…the thing about Taylor is, she’s a loner. She takes what she wants, when she wants, beholden to none. She has a problem with authority. She believes in loyalty and trust. Especially trust. She’s the type of person who really doesn’t care. Either you like her, or you don’t.’
Samantha de Hercules Conqueta, close friend
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AGENT PROFILE
Spyz: Danika Rey
ID-Class: USS-CI-2300993
Profile: REY, DANIKA
Codename: Blazing Star, Ace, Rey
Pass phrase: I am a medjai of the east, seeking what is lost.
Reply: I am a warrior of the west, is it I whom you seek.
Current Status: Team Captain
Alias: Danielle Sterling
Height: 5'7" (1.70m)
Weight: 122
Present Location: United States of America
Date of Birth: April 13
Place of Birth: Napanee, Ontario, Canada
Characteristics: Scar on left elbow due to Frisbee injury, birthmark in shape of five-point star on left shoulder.
Training/Special Skills: Track and field, Pilates, Linguistics, Theatre Arts, electromagnetic lock picking, black belt in martial arts, computer hacking, expert skier, avid stuntwoman, pro pianist.
Languages: English (various dialects), French, Taiwanese, Mandarin, Hebrew, Arabic, Japanese, Italian, Vietnamese, Swedish, Spanish, and Chinese.
Education: Master in Forensic Science, graduate of Kelstorm Academy.
Courses: Bio-reconstruction, genetic mutation, medicine, virology.
School: Kelstorm College.
Experience: Recruited early summer of her eleventh year, Project International Heist.
Elite Team Name: Code X
House of: Ian Fleming
Contact E-mail Address: blazing_star@aceprovider.com
E-password: Kai3li4 Age: 19
Hair color: Deep brown Hair Length: Below shoulder
Eye color: Deep brown Glasses: Yes__No__
Agent Name: Cayden Rowan
Personal Weapons: Being easily the best martial artist Spyz has ever seen, Danika hardly needs a weapon. What for, when her body could probably do more damage than a .22 caliber bullet can? But when she’s in serious need of a weapon, she usually grabs anything within reach. On more than one occasion she has the habit of grabbing one of Taylor’s sais while the latter’s in the middle of a fight, usually causing her friend to lose momentum momentarily just to knock out a bad guy or two, but always managing to return the weapon just at the right moment. Does this girl have a freaking good sense of predictability or what?
Shooting Range: When Danika joined Spyz she was at first part of an assassination program, which was where she met Nathan Kerensky. As the Sniper Target Elimination Program’s (STEP) minimum shooting range is above 600 yards, it is safe to assume that Danika can shoot until 1200-1300 yards, since she once said that she’s never been able to beat Taylor’s range of 1300 (or so) yards. She beat Nate’s range by a hundred yards.
Known relatives: Ivan and Natalie Rey (parents), Hayley Rey (sister), Bradley Rey (brother), Jared Presley (brother-in-law), Vincent and Joanna Rey (grandparents), Cole Turner and Patricia Rey (uncle and aunt), Alex, Brenda and Will Turner (cousins).
Personality: Good at drawing. Has a good mind of how crime works. Depends on logic, and sometimes psychology, to deduce her theories. She values friendship very much, and she’d do anything for friends. She’s currently set on becoming a member of the elite team.
History: Danika’s parents were both scientists. It was then that she started having hopes of becoming a scientist, and she trained herself to use logical explanations, and started shaping up her observation skills.
One day, after winning the prize for successfully solving a tough mystery, Danika received a letter from a private boarding school by the name of Kelstorm Academy requesting that she enroll herself there. As her parents were away most of the time doing research, bringing her elder sister, Hayley along with them, they agreed to let her be enrolled there, since her brother Bradley was accepted to Harvard Law, and there would be no one at home anyway.
When Danika stepped into the school, she was blown away. Agents were training in every room. After enrolling herself, she was introduced to Channing, a senior, who was aiming for the elite team. It was Channing who first introduced Danika to danger, and how to face it. She taught Danika the kind of self-defense the age-old kung fu masters used in olden China, and surprisingly, Danika found herself acing the class. It was fun, and she could protect herself at the same time, so why not? She eventually got a black belt in martial arts.
After a while, Channing graduated with flying colors. Later, she was introduced to Spyz Headquarters, where she became a fully-fledged spy. Meanwhile, Danika made it to the elite level after graduating in STEP, the school’s resident Sniper Target Elimination Program, but she needed a team of seven to qualify. She then made friends with Samantha De Hercules Conqueta, a nice but sarcastic girl with a photographic memory. Later, who else better to balance out Sam’s sarcasm and Danika’s deadly serious conduct but Taylor Ashford with her cheeky, don’t-care attitude and cold manners? Although Taylor hangs out better with boys, she loves her best friends as though they were soul sisters.
Later, the team expanded when three boys joined the girls, staring Daniel Rivers, a nice guy who wants to be a spy trainer; Jensen Walsh, a person with high goals in life; and Marcus Fitzpatrick, who joined just because he didn’t have a choice.
At first they got along quite nicely, but for some reason, when Jensen and Marcus were assigned to the DeSoto case, they were tempted by rewards given to them by the Black Knight, a member of the council of the mastermind behind the dealings of a notorious black market. When Spyz chairman Aurora Orion found out about this, she decided to let them leave with a small amount of what remained of their dignity by getting them to resign.
Being the only boy on the team was hard for Daniel, but he soon realized that Danika and the others were not what he’d expected. He was quite taken with them, and as time grew, he started liking Danika. Unknown to him, she liked him too. But they never told each other.
Danika was now on the way to becoming a member of the elite after the success of the Jay Pascal case, where they celebrated, not only the outcome of the case, but also of their new teammates.
Even so, she has always had a firm friend in Nathaniel Warrick Kerensky, an old friend from STEP, whom she’d bumped into after some time in the Jay Pascal case, who had been recruited specially as Field Handler for the case. Though Daniel Rivers and Brodie Sparks have their suspicions about him, they have now reconciled the fact that he’s a member of the team.
Comments:
‘Special Agent Rey is good at what she does. She doesn’t take too lightly about receiving orders, but she’ll tolerate them, if only for the greater good.’
Greg Carson, Mission Controller
‘Danika’s good; she’s very professional. Though she has a bright personality, Danika blows when least expected, and she can be deadly serious…that’s deadly and serious.’
Daniel Rivers, friend
‘Special Agent Rey deserves to be elected team captain. She thinks outside the box, and is always innovative and motivated.’
Professor John Condake
‘Danika is cool. She knows a lot about what we do, and that’s a plus. She’s also a very good leader, knowing how to juggle her duty as captain in between keeping all of us safe. She’s cool.’
Taylor Ashford, close friend
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AGENT PROFILE
Spyz: Nathaniel Warrick Kerensky
ID-Class: USS-CI-2301007
Profile: KERENSKY, NATHANIEL W.
Codename: Outrigger
Password: Magnum
Current Status: Field Handler
Alias: Horatio Matlack
Height: 5'10" (1.78m)
Weight: 139
Present Location: United States of America
Date of Birth: July 31
Place of Birth: Moscow, Russia
Characteristics: Scar on left arm, fractured kneecaps, faint Russian accent.
Training/Special Skills: Krav Maga, track and field, Pilates, Linguistics, Theatre Arts, electromagnetic lock picking, black belt in tae kwon doe and karate, computer hacking, pro sportsman, extreme stuntman, musician.
Languages: English, French, Greek, Italian, Russian and Spanish.
Education: Master in Forensic Science, Doctorate.
Courses: Psychology.
School: Yale/Kelstorm College.
Experience: Recruited fall of his twentieth year.
Elite Team Name: Code X
House of: Ian Fleming
Contact E-mail Address: ShadowSorcerer_Magyk@aceprovider.com
E-password: Chronicles Age: 21
Hair color: Brown Hair length: Short
Eye color: Blue Glasses: Yes__No__
Agent Name: Dorian Grey
Personal Weapons: None, but when you’re a black belt in tae kwon do and karate, you hardly need any weapons, do you? Even so, he carries around an eight-inch serrated knife just in case.
Shooting Range: Being a member of STEP (as I’ve said countless times in Danika’s profile already), Nathan’s maximum shooting range is 1200 yards. Evidence for this observation can be seen at Danika Rey’s profile.
Known relatives: Ivan Kerensky Jr. (father), Amanda Maxwell (mother, deceased), Lincoln Kane (brother), Colleen Johnson (sister-in-law, deceased), Jessica Harlan (cousin), Ivan Kerensky Sr. (grandfather), Lawrence Harlan (uncle), Cassian Kerensky (brother), Brandon Kane (nephew), Simon Daffyd (charge).
Personality: Preferring to be known as Nathan, Nathaniel Warrick Kerensky might be described as a perfectionist. He doesn’t quit on a job until it’s done accordingly. He’s good with guns, and he doesn’t take too kindly on being bossed around. Even so, he’s a natural leader, and he’s always calm and unruffled, no matter how gory the scene.
He has a rep in the crime world. His father is the czar of the entire East Coast Russian mob, and his uncle used to be an international anything-you-want: terrorist, drug dealer, you name it, he’s got it. It is this “family fame” that made Nathan known in the Underground as a tae kwon do black belt, and someone not be to antagonize.
History: Nathan’s mother died when he was fourteen years old, and, being the son of Ivan Kerensky, czar of the East Coast Russian mob, things didn’t turn out too well for him.
He met Danika Rey when he was 15, and she was just two years younger than him. They were living in different neighborhoods, different circles, that it seemed impossible to meet her. But Fate intervened (yes, I’m being super drama) and both met when they signed up for STEP, the Sniper Target Elimination Program hosted by Spyz. Both of them clicked instantly. Even at that young age, he sensed that Danika was different from others girls he’d seen before, protective of her family and friends.
When Nathan was sixteen, the FBI arrested his father. Ivan Kerensky Junior was taken into custody in federal prison, and Nate was sent to live with his grandfather, Ivan Kerensky Senior, for a brief time in his estate. When he was sixteen, Kerensky Senior, who was now the main stockholder in Harlan Enterprises, gave him his very own penthouse, a superb pair of shotguns, some land, and a Corvette to start with. Nathan soon became the old man’s favorite grandson, probably because they were close.
Nathan graduated with a Master in Forensic Science, but was forced to take his father’s place when he came of age. Even so, he has always tried to avoid illegal business deals.
He bumped into Danika Rey again during the Jay Pascal case, where he was recruited as Field Handler for the team.
Comments:
‘Despite him being the son of Mafia King, Nathan isn’t snobbish or anything. It’s like he’s running from his own identity, refusing to accept the fact that he comes from a line of perps, and that he’s trying to repay their debts to society.’
Mitchell Aidan, fellow Spyz Agent
‘Nathan’s cool. He’s a very good Field Handler. But I think he’s kind of moody sometimes, thinking about his dad, maybe?’
Brodie Sparks, friend
‘Nathaniel Warrick Kerensky is one of a kind. He may not be as highly trained as many of the others, but he makes up for that by uniting the team together, and helping various members of the agency, regardless of who they are.’
Aurora Desantis Orion, Chairperson
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AGENT PROFILE
Spyz: Daniel Anselm Rivers
ID-Class: USS-CI-2301000
Profile: RIVERS, DANIEL A.
Codename: Spellbreaker
Password: Rowan Sprit
Current Status: Normal member/Backup tech
Alias: Rowan Geoffrey
Height: 5'9" (1.75m)
Weight: 138
Present Location: United States of America
Date of Birth: January 1
Place of Birth: Beverly Hills, Los Angeles, USA
Characteristics: Scald mark on left wrist, small birthmark by the neck.
Training/Special Skills: Krav Maga, track and field, Pilates, Linguistics, Theatre Arts, black belt in karate, computer hacking, computer expert, good chess player.
Languages: English (various dialects), French, Taiwanese, Mandarin, Hebrew, German, Japanese, Italian, Korean, Spanish, and Chinese.
Education: Masters in Forensic Science.
Courses: Virology, bio-reconstruction, genetic mutation, technology.
School: Kelstorm College.
Experience: Recruited spring of his sixteenth year, Operation Deep Sea Blue
Elite Team Name: Code X
House of: Ian Fleming
Contact Email Address: Spirit_Magick@aceprovider.com
E-password: Rowan Sprit Age: 19
Hair color: Black Hair length: Short
Eye color: Dark brown Glasses: Yes__No__
Agent Name: Damien Alastor
Personal Weapons: None. He doesn’t need weapons. All he has to do is whack some baddie out, and wait for his friends to finish the job for him. Lucky guy.
Shooting Range: Daniel doesn’t bother with that. He leaves the shooting to Taylor and Chris, preferring to stay behind the sidelines. He once said that he could equal Sam’s feat of 800 yards, but this theory has until today not been confirmed.
Known relatives: Fenton and Marissa Rivers (parents), Russell and Darryl Rivers (brothers), Nicole Rivers (sister).
Personality: He’s a heavy flirter, but he rarely succeeds. Kind of lazy too, but he’s clever. He’s a natural actor and comedian.
History: Daniel wanted to be a spy trainer as long as he could remember. When his letter from Kelstorm Academy came, it was like a dream come true. He accepted the challenge eagerly.
There, he met with boys his age: Jensen Walsh and Marcus Fitzpatrick. Later, they were assigned to join a team of three girls: Danika Rey, Sam De Hercules Conqueta, and Taylor Ashford. Daniel grinned, liking his new partners at once.
During all the missions, Daniel has always been trying to get Danika’s attention, and he flirts with her the most. He liked her. A lot.
When his pals Jensen and Marcus went rogue in the DeSoto case, he was shocked to find that he was the only guy left. Although the girls were nice to him, he still yearned for guy fellowship. This fellowship came in the form of Nathaniel Warrick Kerensky, Danika’s friend, whom he’d met during the Jay Pascal case, and Brodie Sparks, the young recruit he was supposed to train. Nathaniel and Daniel have grown very close, and now, Daniel is finally happy that he has another man on the team to back him up, even though he was wary towards Nathan in the beginning after hearing stories about him from Danika.
Comments:
‘Daniel is a good friend and asset to the team. His skills in technology come in handy sometimes. Not to mention the fact that he’s not bad-looking, either.’
Danika Rey, friend
‘Special Agent Rivers is a rising star. Under my training (and that of other Spyz veterans), he has managed to achieve the expectations of a highly respected trainer—Diego Rodriguez.’
Coach Keenan Dyson, Spyz trainer
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AGENT PROFILE
Spyz: Brodie Sparks
ID-Class: USS-CI-2301005
Profile: SPARKS, BRODIE
Codename: Rifle
Password: Planet Shakers
Current Status: Normal member, (former) Probationary officer.
Alias: Patrick Sullivan
Height: 5'4" (1.63m)
Weight: 110
Present Location: United States of America
Date of Birth: July 7
Place of Birth: Galway, Ireland
Characteristics: Irish accent, knee fractures, birthmark near right temple.
Training/Special Skills: Blue belt in karate, computer hacking.
Languages: English (various dialects), Irish, Spanish and mild Chinese.
Education: Graduate of Kelstorm Academy.
Courses: Forensic Science.
School: Kelstorm College.
Experience: Recruited in his twelfth year.
Elite Team Name: Code X
House of: Ian Fleming
Contact Email Address: Alpha_Bravo@aceprovider.com
E-password: AJ Age: 17
Hair color: Red Hair length: Short
Eye color: Green Glasses: Yes__No__
Agent Name: Brandon Kane
Known relatives: Michael and Gwen Sparks (parents), Horace Sparks (brother), Jordan Sparks (elder sister), Patricia Sparks (adopted sister), Keith and Hilary Sparks (grandparents).
Personality: He has a limited knowledge of how crime works, and therefore quite illogical. Believes that ghosts exist and is extremely superstitious. Being Irish, he utterly believes in leprechauns and banshees. Limited knowledge of defense tactics but has a bubbly nature. Has a remarkable imagination. Loves to fool around. Loves to go by the book.
History: Brodie was born in the countryside in Ireland. He was educated in the old ways, and like the rest of his family, he believes in ghosts and fairy folk.
He had a growth problem when he was younger, making him the shorter than he was supposed to be. Even though he’s seventeen, his height is the height of a sixteen year old, making him both the youngest and shortest member of the team.
When a relative offered to bring him to America, where he was born, Brodie jumped at the chance. He was twelve then. He was supposed to go to a public school, but the said relative, who was leaving America by then, decided to put him into a boarding school, namely Kelstorm Academy, where he studied for four years until Spyz Chairwoman Aurora Orion picked him up, and passed him to Spyz agent Daniel Rivers to be more advanced trained. Being a probie, Brodie wasn’t allowed to join in any of the major operations, but he usually finds himself in the middle of it, although he isn’t too fond of danger.
Somehow, Brodie found himself assisting the team on the Jay Pascal case. By taking the credit for Chris Perry’s work during the case, he made a name for himself amongst the other probationary officers, but although he got busted in the end, he was still highly regarded as part of the elite.
Comments:
‘Many people underestimate him because he is short. But what they don’t know is that Brodie’s pretty good for a new recruit.’
Daniel Rivers, trainer-in-training
‘Brodie is on the way to becoming a good agent, but he needs to work on his teamwork abilities. He tends to take credit for what the others have done. If this keeps up, pretty soon Brodie will be transferred to another team.’
Professor Ian Phelps
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AGENT PROFILE
Spyz: Christien Andreas Perry
ID-Class: USS-CI-2301047
Profile: PERRY, CHRISTIEN ANDREAS
Codename: Argent, Pioneer, Riesling, Quicksilver.
Password: Seraph
Current Status: Brotherhood Handler/Sharpshooter
Security Clearance: Level 9
Alias: Christien Perry, Christophe, St. Aidan, Sirch, the Familiar Stranger.
Height: 6'1½" (1.87m)
Weight: 145
Current Location: United States of America
Date of Birth: August 3
Place of Birth: St. Petersburg, Russia
Characteristics: Scar on right knee due to soccer injury, knife wound on right shoulder, able to stand both physical and mental pain for several hours, a three-quarter circle with two short lines and a small circle at the right arm, is ambidextrous.
Training/Special Skills: Krav Maga, track and field, Pilates, Linguistics, Theatre Arts, electromagnetic lock picking, black belt in tae kwon doe and karate, computer hacking, cryptology, Ancient Studies, experienced battle tactician, strategist, excellent marksman with guns, trained as a ninja samurai for several years. Despite his young age, he is a master in multiple forms of martial arts, weapons, and vehicles. He is also a trained expert in computers, explosives, and assassination techniques.
Languages: English (various dialects), French, Taiwanese, Mandarin, Hebrew, Arabic, Japanese, Italian, Russian, German, Korean, Hungarian, Spanish, Irish, Israeli and Chinese.
Education: Master in Forensic Science, MD and a PhD in marine biology, Master in Forensic Photography, PhD in Linguistics.
Courses: Psychology, Astronomy and Aviation.
School: Xavier’s Academy for the Talented, University of St. Petersburg.
Experience: Brotherhood Recruitment (2001), Spyz Recruitment (2006), former freelancer.
Elite Team Name: Code X
House of: Ian Fleming
Contact E-mail Address: Jokersdotcom@aceprovider.com
E-password: Labyrinth Age: 22
Hair color: Auburn Hair length: Short
Eye color: Grey Glasses: Yes__No__
Agent Name: Lionel Mane
Personal Weapons: Doesn’t have any, but he is really good with practically every kind of sword there is. He can also talk his way out of danger, and also manages to insult/manipulate others without his victims knowing.
Shooting Range: Undetermined, but is seen to be much higher than Taylor’s, due to the fact she once said that he always won whenever they were pitting against each other. Learnt sniping from his grandfather who often brought him hunting.
Known relatives: Mikhail Alexandrovich (father), Katya Pavlovich (mother), Konstantin, Ioann and Mikhail Alexandrovich (brothers), Irina Alexandrovich (sister), Kirill Alexandrovich (grandfather), Uri and Levak Ivanov (second cousins).
Personality: Chris may seem like everyone else, but there’s a part of him no one knows about: one part of him is something of a sharpshooter—cold, guarded, calm, and wary; the other part is his bad-boy attitude. Even though he likes Taylor, he always keeps it professional. He shows others that he cares by giving them help and advice. Always calm and composed, he’s a fighter, and he never admits defeat easily. He’s good at stealth, and he knows his way around guns. He doesn’t like to be bossed around. He usually disappears for long stretches at a time, but comes back now and again to check on things.
History: Unknown, but it is common knowledge that he has changed his name to Christien Perry, and that the only person who calls him by his real name to his face is Taylor Ashford.
Comments:
‘No one knows much about Chris, except perhaps Taylor. We’re all wondering why he, a member of the Brotherhood, was assigned to be Taylor’s Handler? Something’s fishy about it. But, hey, he’s cute, so no one’s complaining.’
Beverly Matthews, Captain of Elite Team Polaris
‘Chris has gone through many hardships in his youth. He remains strictly professional at all times. The boy has seen too much in his life; I fear that he may not be as strong as he thinks he is. He shouldn’t have had to go through all these.’
Instructor Kitaro, Blue Bolt Institute Master
‘Chris is just like his mentor, Alix James. They both share the same personality, the same traits that he later passed onto Taylor. Let’s hope he’ll be able to relax more.’
Cory Christopher, Senior Envoy of the Brotherhood Council
‘Chris is cool. He knows when to work, and when to have fun. But unlike his other friends, Chris knows when to stop.’
Philo Pendragast, close friend
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Well, there you have it. The profiles of our seven heroes. [Lol sounds dramatic leh XDXDXD]
Wish them luck in their journey. [Why does everything I say sound so cliched?]
Have fun!!
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