Killing Machine. "THAT'S A CHILD." Killing Machine.

Ye uwu

Aight

Name: Lynne Sears
Age: 9
Gender: Female
Personality: Stoic, closed off, cold, unloyal, and intelligent
Appearance: https://i.pinimg.com/originals/fc/3f/a7/fc3fa79074efd93dd4027ae45313f313.jpg
Other: She isn’t that into the killing but will do it with no complaint. She is confused at the husban’s intentions as every other time, she isn’t given any affection. Physical affection is a no go with her.
How they were picked up: She was being returned to the orphanage once again when someone came in. They took one look at all the laughing children before their eyes landed on Lynne. The man nods and lures her out of the building and the rest is history.

Alrighty, the next kids need to be older, so we have some age variety in here.

If needed
I can make mine 8 or 10

No, you're fine.

Bumpsies!

100 Years Later
Jack was sprinting away from the thing that rampaged behind them, tripping over what seemed to be a metal capsule. They opened it swiftly they found a plethora of items from stuffed toys to weapons of fine craftsmanship. Taking out one of the swords they examined it, the sword rested balanced in their hands. Their thumb brushed what they recognized as an old rune. Before they realized what they were doing they turned those engraved runes into words. Making the once dull sword to glow and with the final rune a loud it lit on fire. It emerged from the forest leaving a trail of broken trees. They got ready, taking their bag that never got full in the causal along with an empty gun and a patch showing which link of the army they'd come from. Then ran head first into the beast thats killed almost every human on earth.

Ah, I like that! You're accepted, start making your character dear!

Do you know when we will start?

When other people get their forms in.

Hey, I don't really have time for a group RP like this, so I'm going to have to pull out. Sorry!

Aw, that's okay!

Name: Roux Pack (Pronounced Roo)
Age: 15
Gender: Girl
Personality: Hates just about everything, she wont hesitate to slash your throat if you touch her or her friends. She's speaks her mind and calls people out when they're being stupid. She always carry her knives with her, even when she "sleeps" (aka her training, sleep is for babies).
Appearance: https://www.gettyimages.ae/detail/photo/cute-blonde-blue-eyed-teenager-girl-listening-music-royalty-free-image/807447926?adppopup=true
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https://i.pinimg.com/736x/92/a5/04/92a5044a13bb59322345c9f8dadf1f00–fashion-shops-style-fashion.jpg She has long bright natural blonde hair, hard, killer gray eyes. She always wears black, always. her usual outfit is black doc martins, black shirt, black worn ripped jeans, and a black bomber jacket with blue patches.

Other: She can use anything to kill anyone, she once killed a ballerina with a kazoo. She speaks very little, so when she does people listen. She is a leader, and will most likely go agents orders unless they're hers. She trusts no one, she likes no one, and if you think you know her and what she's thinking, you're wrong. She is very trust worthy and is quite the opposite of a snitch. If you talk to her theres a 75% chance she wont talk back.

How she was picked up: After her parents left her on the side of the street when she was a baby a evil man picked her up and taught her how to steel, how to move silently, but mostly how to kill, but after attempting to kill her resulting in her killing him she was orphaned yet again. Until He found her.

Ooh! I like her!

Thanks :)

Alright, @Moxie I just need you before I start.

It's fineroni

Yep, it's perfect!
I'd prefer to keep my character le mystery, so I'll explain in my responses.m

Patrice Delacroix, a man of intellect and most of the time, patience. But not today, his schedule had been thrown off by one of the children being sick, so he had to call the doctor which took about an hour. He was an hour late but decided to give the children the first half of the day off and instead sat at his desk, eyes focused on his emails.

A day off meant nothing to Roux, only that she had more time to be the best.Silently she snuck down to the training room where she began practicing her knife throwing at a shredded target. Everyone says she doesn't need more practice, but that shows what they know. Someone entered in behide her. she didn't need to turn around as she threw a warning knife that landing in the wall next to their ear, as she still faced the target. A squeak emerged from the person behind her.

Scipio swore in Italian, freezing up for a second before trying to act as though the knife hadn't startled him. "Watch where you are throwing those! I am not your target!" He huffed indignantly, his accent particularly strong during his exclamation. It was quite strong in general, as he was still pretty new to English and fresh from Italy, but he was learning quickly. His accent would be highly noticeable for some time, though.

"I know where I threw it." She spoke simply, still facing the target. She never had a real family and this was no exception. She would not treat these children as siblings. She would not nurture them and kiss every "owie" they got. She heard Scipio start to move, drawing a faint smirk to her lips. She threw another knife behind her, knowing it would barely nick his upper left ear.

Scipio hissed in pain and swore again, drawing one hand up to his now-bleeding ear. "Fine. I suppose I will just leave, then." He turned and left the room, though not without a seething glare in Roux's direction. "I just figured you would want to know that we have another job." He muttered before he stepped out into the hall.

He stood up from his desk, shutting his laptop and going to find his husband. "Dear?" He called out. "Would you like to go for some lunch? I'm sure the kids can handle themselves for an hour or two."