No More Heroes

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    On another painfully average day, you find your walking interrupted when a tall, lean gentleman in a light grey overcoat bumps into you. He seems polite enough, apologizing for bumping into you, and making sure you’re alright. You notice he has a rather thick Irish accent, making it a bit difficult to understand when he asks you for directions to the local post office, but you do your best to help him regardless. He thanks you, and walks off, but he seems to have dropped an envelope. You pick it up and consider going after him, but you notice it’s addressed to you. Curiosity gets the best of you, and you open it up to see what that man could have possibly been trying to mail you. Inside, you find a handwritten letter, which reads as follows:



Dear Sir/Madame


    We here at the UAA have been watching you very closely over the past few months. Though your work has been rather amateurish up to this point, we still see that you may possess many traits valuable to our organization, such as speed, determination, intelligence, and a knack for “problem solving”, among other things. You may be sloppy as you are, but we believe you have the potential to grow and improve into an outstanding member of our team.


    Now, a few ground rules and things you need to understand if you choose to take up the offer we’re proposing. Firstly, upon joining our organization, you’ll be starting out at a very low rank. If you want to rise through ranks and become more successful in our organization, you’ll need to contact us about having a “skill assessment” with other, higher ranked members of our team. Should you beat them in this “skill assessment”, you’ll take their position. To inform you, there’s a very competitive environment here, and though it may seem harsh, sometimes it’s best to permanently end the career of someone you’re facing in an assessment, to avoid them coming after your newfound position later. How you go about doing that is entirely up to you. Now, your income will come from the “jobs” we assign you to deal with. They can range from low to high pay, depending on the client and the task. You may take on a second job if you so wish, but we’d appreciate it you’d contact us about it first. For security reasons, we also ask that you keep tight-lipped about the goings on within our organization. Failure to do so may result in serious punishment. You’ll find that we’re quite lenient if you obey the minimal amount of rules that we set for you.

Finally, should you choose to accept, you’ll need to fill out a card included in the envelope. It’s basic information, really, so don’t fret.

We here at the UAA truly hope that you’ll take our offer into consideration and join our happy little family. It’s sure to be an enjoyable, and profitable, endeavor for all involved.

                                                                                 
                                                                                                                                                                                   Thanks for your time,

Sylvia Christel  

Attached is a small card for you to fill out.

Please sign your name:

What is your age?:

What are your “tools” of choice?:

Provide any additional information you wish too:

Please provide a recent photograph of yourself:





Thanks much to purr for helping me proofread this.

If you have any questions, feel free to let me know.

[llama]

will join later.

[llama]

Attached is a small card for you to fill out.

Please sign your name: Christopher Sharp

What is your age?: 26

What are your “tools” of choice?: I have the ability to bend and manipulate light. This might seem pretty lame, but as well as blinding people with rays or bending rays of light to make people see things, like mirages in a desert, I can also speed up light to heat things up. I can also focus light to burn things and focus this burning into a central area. It's not solidified, but I can make a sword out of heat produced by light (with no risk to me due to heat retardant gloves and clothing) and move it to keep it in lined up with my hand.

Provide any additional information you wish too: I can make hearts out of rainbows, haha. No, but seriously, this power came in a kinda ordinary circumstances. My parents both run a nursery, one with tons of greenhouses. As a kid and even a teenager I spent a lot of time just hanging out in there, sometimes meditating or just doing school work in there. All that time in the sun got me a nice tan and I guess this sweet power. But no, the sun doesn't have an effect on me, actually not making me tan. Sorry for the fib..

Please provide a recent photograph of yourself:
I'm a rather tall fellow, right around six feet, and have a pretty slender build. I have pretty broad shoulders to where I could have gotten into some sports during high school if I wanted to but I guess that didn't appeal to me. I have shorter, thick and wavy hair, the color being a grayish brown. Seems weird to have gray hairs when you're 26 but my mom always said I had an old soul, you know, haha? No but seriously I think it's a hereditary thing.. I should ask my doctor about it. I should also ask him but about my eyes; a really odd blue, almost to the point of white. Some people think I have the eye color of a blind person but personally I think it could just be cataracts but I see perfectly fine....... maybe another hereditary thing? Due to this, I sometimes just don my yellow rimmed oval shades, just to avoid the weird looks and questions.. most of those weird looks and questions aren't about my eyes but rather inquiries about if I'm homeless but I usually just get away with saying that I'm just a college student which they proceed understand.. but I'm not a college student.
I have a angular nose and face, making me look a snob (but still somewhat homeless) at times but trust me, I'm not. In the picture you'll see that I'm smiling; I wanna make the best outta life, ya know? Clothing outside of my suit (ooc: gf is drawing suit; i'll post picture when she's done) is pretty casual; I like to be comfy when I'm walking around.. the kinda guy that just puts on yesterday's clothes and walks out and enjoys himself. Even though I was always in the sun and always walk around, I always wear pants to where my lower body is a lot paler than the rest, which is significant because, as mentioned before, I'm not really tan.

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You're accepted, llama. I'll have a thread up for you tomorrow

[Not WiFi]

marky mark

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Llama: bannanachair.proboards.com/thread/2224/more-heroes-llama

[The Villa Strangiato]

FBI Dossier: Karen Manafski

Age: 36 years of age.

"Tools" of choice: Karen is legally licensed to carry a Berreta 92FS Inox pistol with a threaded barrel for the mounting of an Osprey 9 suppresor, which she has in her possession. The pistol has been customized with an ivory, engraved grip. Karen has received training in the FBI with most weaponry.

Additional Information: Karen joined the FBI 6 years ago. She has proven to be a reliable asset and has done well in service with bureau.

Dossier photograph:

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You're accepted, rocky. I'll get your thread up sometime tonight or tomorrow

[Not WiFi]

Please sign your name: Jonah Mianake

What is your age?: 26

What are your “tools” of choice?: A kris/gun modification given by my father, a family heirloom named after his late grandmother, Nia. It mostly retains the traditional design of a snakelike blade and curved hilt. The blade hides a small barrel capable of shooting small caliber bullets that are generally not strong enough to pierce through walls, but enough to kill. The blade is infused with cobra venom in order to ensure death if I can't kill them myself.
Please provide a recent photograph of yourself:
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Rocky: bannanachair.proboards.com/thread/2227/more-heroes-rocky
Danny: bannanachair.proboards.com/thread/2229/more-heroes-wifi

[vammy]

Please sign your name: Harrison DeDonte

What is your age?: 62

What are your “tools” of choice?: a double-barreled shotgun freshly loaded with never-ending ammunition, a stick of dynamite strapped to my waist and a skill in subduction not matched by any casanova.

Provide any additional information you wish too: Well as you may know I am the definition of a fucking badass, seriously check the picture for the word "fucking badass" in the dictionary and you'll see a picture of me, three prostitutes and Winston Churchill drinking to my accomplishments. It all started when I was young boy, at the age of 12 I enlisted to fight the nazi scrounge across Europe, 500 confirmed kills in the allies side, and 12 on the axis side because I got bored and wanted to give them a fair advantage. After I got back home Truman himself gave me the Medal of Honor and even offered me the title of president, in fact I was president for about two months until I resigned due to not being allowed to nuke anymore countries.
After that I went to both Korea and Nam, both times single handedly saving America and impregnating east Asia at a rate even Ghengis Khan would be jealous of. Hell I even spent ten extra years in Nam after they said we had to "leave" I left alright, I left my right foot so deep in my commanders asscheeks he started shitting toenails the next day.
After all those adventures I went back home and invented the computer, Christmas and the Italian language. I had brief stint traveling the world as a spy and funding African warlords so I could get my wife a extra nice diamond ring, but nowadays I spent my days in Hillbillville, Kentucky shooting negros and pigeons and eating BBQ.

Please provide a recent photograph of yourself: I am 5'5, with greying hair that has mostly been shaved off, my eyes are a pale blue color and my teeth have turned yellow and black. I have a fairly skinny build, and can usually be seen wearing a combat uniform fitted with a wide brimmed cowboy hat, my boots are special made with steel in the toes in case anyone desires for me to kick them in their crotch while the rest of it is skinned leather.

[God Bebi Satan]

Please sign your name:Moatilliatta Nepsis

What is your age?: Eight years somatic seizure, soon counting calmed, no more numbers.

What are your “tools” of choice?: Spear of metal rod and scalpel, two short swords named as of that of baphomet's duplicity. Solve and Coagula sharpened swiftly forged furiously disastrously deadly.

Provide any additional information you wish to: Eight years strewn in cold covering, comatose with no recovery. Ghost soon no awakening, return quickly through hospital fires. One survivor. Calm after painful violence, nepsis. Rampant vices leading to squalor in filthy apartment. The irishman is not me and I am not him. He damned me unknowing I damned myself long before. I will pull apart as much as I bring together I will destroy as much as I will create. I wish I were real

Please provide a recent photograph of yourself:

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Bebi: bannanachair.proboards.com/thread/2245/more-heroes-bebo
Vam: bannanachair.proboards.com/thread/2247/more-heroes-vam

[greyheart]

Agatha was surprised when she saw the letter and brought it home to reply. She was confused. She didn't realize the UAA was literally watching her. She was quick to reply. She always wanted to work for the government. She had been studying in an absolutely wonderful law school... Until she dropped out. She didn't exactly fit in with the other students. She wasn't much of the type for learning and decided she was too smart for something like school. She took out a pen and paper and started to reply to this mysterious letter. She thought for a bit but then she started writing:

"Agatha Thatcher

I am of age 33

As tools, I typically like to use a lock pick, a pair of tweezers, a syringe, a magnifying glass, and a swiss army knife. I carry all of these items in my sachel.

I spent 3 years of my life at a law school in Arizona until I dropped out. I spent a long time in military training. I spent another 5 years of my life as a field medic in the army. I spent another 5 years working as a detective for the Arizona Police Department and I did a mighty damn well job until I got fired after an 'incident' with me and the chief. In a nutshell, my life sucked. Currently, I am spending my life stuck working a ton of separate jobs for the b*tches I call my employers. Anyways, that's me!

"
Agatha took a deep breath once the letter was finished. She quickly sent a letter, anxiously awaiting the time she would finally get the reply.