"Your mission here is quite simple," began Cole. "Simply exterminate the head chairman that controls the factory near this location. You need to do this with stealth and with haste; if you are spotted, it is in your own hands to escape." Richi looked at Cole with disbelief. "So you expect us to sneak into this factory, assassinate the man who controls the building, and then sneak back out before anyone sees us?"
Cole looked at the blonde with a face plastered with mockery. "And here I thought you had at least above-par intelligence. Seems like I was wrong if you need your instructions told to you twice."
Richi looked back at the seemingly-smug brat with no emotion. "I expected something more. If this is all you need, then we'll be back in about an hour." Cole leaned back against a tree, crossing his rather bony arms. He gave them a rather creepy smile and replied, "Have fun."
Without a change of emotion, Richi motioned to his partners and began to walk towards the direction of the factory, which was towering above forest with a sinister look. "Did I say you could leave, you moron?" Richi turned back to Cole with his glare back on his face.
"I'm sending someone with you to make sure you're on task." Valeriya looked at the greasy kid with an eyebrow raised. "What, you think we're gonna chicken out? Though I'm not sure why we're even doing this for you," Val went on, glancing at Richi, "we'll do what we're assigned."
Cole ignored her and motioned for his "spy" to come out. Instead of stepping out from the darkness behind him, the contact fell out of the treetops and landed on his toes crouching, his face hidden with a hood. "Meet Cain Haythem." Cain winced at the mentioning of his name, but did nothing but pull down his hood.
Cain was roughly 18 or so, with rather bored eyes and dark, blood-red hair. His cloak was a dark grey, but as he pushed back his cloak slightly, the glint of two short daggers shone through, serrated and ready to use.
Richi's face hardened as Cain glanced in his direction. "You." Cain snarled. " I have to work with you?" Richi glared back at the red-haired teen before turning back and walking towards the factory, the two girls running to catch up.
Cole looked over at his employee. "You know the blonde?" Cain pulled his hood back on. "Yeah, I do. From the old days."
Cole looked at the blonde with a face plastered with mockery. "And here I thought you had at least above-par intelligence. Seems like I was wrong if you need your instructions told to you twice."
Richi looked back at the seemingly-smug brat with no emotion. "I expected something more. If this is all you need, then we'll be back in about an hour." Cole leaned back against a tree, crossing his rather bony arms. He gave them a rather creepy smile and replied, "Have fun."
Without a change of emotion, Richi motioned to his partners and began to walk towards the direction of the factory, which was towering above forest with a sinister look. "Did I say you could leave, you moron?" Richi turned back to Cole with his glare back on his face.
"I'm sending someone with you to make sure you're on task." Valeriya looked at the greasy kid with an eyebrow raised. "What, you think we're gonna chicken out? Though I'm not sure why we're even doing this for you," Val went on, glancing at Richi, "we'll do what we're assigned."
Cole ignored her and motioned for his "spy" to come out. Instead of stepping out from the darkness behind him, the contact fell out of the treetops and landed on his toes crouching, his face hidden with a hood. "Meet Cain Haythem." Cain winced at the mentioning of his name, but did nothing but pull down his hood.
Cain was roughly 18 or so, with rather bored eyes and dark, blood-red hair. His cloak was a dark grey, but as he pushed back his cloak slightly, the glint of two short daggers shone through, serrated and ready to use.
Richi's face hardened as Cain glanced in his direction. "You." Cain snarled. " I have to work with you?" Richi glared back at the red-haired teen before turning back and walking towards the factory, the two girls running to catch up.
Cole looked over at his employee. "You know the blonde?" Cain pulled his hood back on. "Yeah, I do. From the old days."
Age: About to be 15 but is actually one year
Appearance: Shoulder length black hair. Pale skin black eyes.
Personality: straightforward, acts in a snap. Offensive and defensive. Loving and likes to have fun
Powers: Controls water and fire. Flight by wings. Shape shift to Wolf and Tiger.
Uses: Guns, Swords. Hand to hand combat.
BackGround:
Abandoned at Imperial Church, Alana was left with a growth serum, a note from her mother, and a picture of her mother.
The sisters of the IC took her in, and did like the note said.Once Alana was about to turn one she was given the serum, and she jumped ages quickly.
The note said that she was her mother's legacy.
And the note told her to to find the boy with white hair to explain to her what she must know.
((She is the daughter of two former YJ members.
Her grandparents are from her mothers side that created JLA.
Take your guesses.))