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  • The Thieves of Xelaval! The Raven Clan! -Rp thread-

    Rosanna walked through the abandoned streets of Xelaval silently. She did stealth as naturally as normal people breathe. She knelt down, pried off a manhole cover and descended down the ladder into the depths of a tunnel after pulling the cover back in place. As she slogged through the inch deep water she did a mental category and run through of the plan.
    Here she was. She climbed into the little nook behind a wall pulled a thin cylinder out of the brick wall and set up her gun. In a few seconds she was ready. Her target was a Shadow Wolf who hadn't paid up. She would ply get three milliseconds to kill him. Slowly, she lengthened her breathing, slowing her heartbeat to cold zero, which is when you can make the perfect kill.
    He jogged into her sight and her finger twitched. A millisecond later a lay on the ground, face blown beyond recognition. She sighed in triumph, then packed up. She plugged the barrel of her gun, tossing it into the water. She destroyed each piece of evidence methodically, leaving no trace whatsoever. By now, the gun was erased of all evidence, the hole plugged and sealed, and she was done.

  • The Thieves of Xelaval! The Raven Clan! -Rp thread-

    Rosanna stiffened slightly. She rapidly rearranged her features as she turned to look at Haley. "Hello." she said flatly, clasping her gloved hands behind her back. She definitely did not want to be here, talking. This girl could probably somehow manage to kill her. Maybe.
    She subtly shifted her weight, and watched Haley carefully. Yes, she could probably kill Haley before Haley managed to kill her. Maybe. Her hand twitched slightly, wanting to tug her silenced Beretta from the holster and shoot.

  • The Thieves of Xelaval! The Raven Clan! -Rp thread-

    Rosanna shrugged. "Sure." She said, the picture of perfect composure. A dim light flickered in her eyes. The girl was nervous. Okay. Nervous people made mistakes. They were also unpredictable, and that made her nervous. Very nervous. "I have to go." she said abruptly, turning to leave.
    This was why she didn't like interacting in situations like this. Too dangerous. Her eye twitched almost imperceptibly. Too dangerous, too dangerous, too dangerous.

  • -Trials-


    Name:
    - Rosanna Leigh Barton -
    Age:
    - 22 -
    Gender:
    - Female -
    Country of birth:
    - Russia -
    Country of residence:
    - She travels a lot. -
    Career:
    - Con artist, forger, makeup artist, hacker. -
    Criminal records:
    - She has never been caught. -
    History:
    - She was born into a Russian Mafia family, they got busted, and she was adopted by a con artist/forger pair. They taught everything they knew, but were killed when their car swerved and went over a cliff. Fortunately, Rosanna was somewhere else. -
    Family:
    - All deceased, and she wouldn't acknowledge any who are alive, anyway. -
    Medical problems:
    - She has OCD. -
    Skills:
    - She is an incredible actress and liar, can forge a perfect replica of pretty much anything given the right resources, is a highly skilled hacker, and is very talented with makeup. -
    Weaknesses:
    - Her OCD makes very paranoid and a bit sociopathic, she is a compulsive liar, and relies very much on coffee and alcohol. -
    Other:
    - The power she will eventually gain is the ability to change reality in small ways, as well as heightened speed and reflexes. -

  • We Thought We Were Safe (Open. Semi advanced) 5 people needed.

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    "Life is never fair." -Sophie Rushman

    Age: 19
    Crush: None.
    Outfit:
    Personality: Sophie is a skilled actress, able to mingle and talk easily. She can handle weapons to some degree of proficiency and is confident in her skills. She is her own harshest critic, but knows she is better than many other people.(in her own thoughts)
    Code: Shipwreck

  • Think Again (RP)

    A heavy chunk of driftwood collided with Sophie's midsection as she floundered wildly, releasing a stream of colorful language as she kicked to stay afloat.I hate, hate, hate water! Knew I should've taken the advanced swimming correspondence courses after I finished the beginner's ones. she griped mentally. "I hate water." she spluttered as another chunk of driftwood whacked her shoulder.

  • Think Again (RP)

    After another moment of kicking wildly, Sophie felt the presence of solid ground beneath her toes. "Yes! Finally!" She muttered as she stumbled shakily onto the shore. At the sight of a group of people, looking just as soaked as she was, she mentally groaned. Other people. Yay.