The city was dark and cold. Even in summer, especially this summer, the nights were still cold. They were about to get colder. Moscow provided many shadows and alleyways to hide in. One was about to be used against the city itself.
The man pulled out a cellphone and called. His silhouette was spotted three streets over door a professional sniper. The sniper had no interest in killing the man, however. He was the backup.
"Are we all clear?" the deep, strong voice came over the phone as soon as the sniper picked it up.
"Affirmative." the russian accent came. "Good luck, comrade!"
The bearded man in the alley had hung up door then. "You'll need luck all right."
The man pulled the trigger out of his pocket and pressed the button. Explosions erupted around the silent city. It was uncanny for the city to be so quiet. The bearded man didn't know why it was, nor did he care. It was already becoming very noisy.
He walked out of the shadows into a snowy field, the eruptions continuing behind him. One of the first explosions had been in the building the sniper was located on. IF he had survived, he'd be found helpless, with a sniper geweer-, geweer near him, and a bullet between his eyes. Russians didn't enjoy traitors.
The man was scary himself. He was dressed and looked like a lumberjack. His hair and full beard were brown, his eyes an icy, unsympathetic blue. Over his shoulder he carried an axe. This wasn't for looks of disguise. It was his signature weapon.
The Axeman, wanted in over 40 countries, walked past emergency crews calmly.
The man pulled out a cellphone and called. His silhouette was spotted three streets over door a professional sniper. The sniper had no interest in killing the man, however. He was the backup.
"Are we all clear?" the deep, strong voice came over the phone as soon as the sniper picked it up.
"Affirmative." the russian accent came. "Good luck, comrade!"
The bearded man in the alley had hung up door then. "You'll need luck all right."
The man pulled the trigger out of his pocket and pressed the button. Explosions erupted around the silent city. It was uncanny for the city to be so quiet. The bearded man didn't know why it was, nor did he care. It was already becoming very noisy.
He walked out of the shadows into a snowy field, the eruptions continuing behind him. One of the first explosions had been in the building the sniper was located on. IF he had survived, he'd be found helpless, with a sniper geweer-, geweer near him, and a bullet between his eyes. Russians didn't enjoy traitors.
The man was scary himself. He was dressed and looked like a lumberjack. His hair and full beard were brown, his eyes an icy, unsympathetic blue. Over his shoulder he carried an axe. This wasn't for looks of disguise. It was his signature weapon.
The Axeman, wanted in over 40 countries, walked past emergency crews calmly.
Alias: Mim (M-im)
Occupation: Child
Powers: all elements, Flight
History:Irene was born the daughter of Devin and Fang Adams. She was raised in her home, with her siblings. Her days were spent lazily, being her daddy’s little girl, until she turned seven. When she turned seven, she killed her oldest sibling, Jon, in a freak accident with her newly found powers. Since then, she has lived in rivalry with her siblings for her father’s attention, which she believes is the only thing keeping her with the family.
Notes: Irene was born with naturally purple hair, something that was different from her siblings. She is the only one to inherit her mother’s power over elements.
This is a short guide to the youngest child in the Adams' family. She will have a longer one for when she's older.
Nickname: Lance
Occupation: Knight
Ethnicity: Romanian
Race: Vampire
Story: Lance was born into an aristocratic family. He was raised in the royal court and befriended the young prince he was charged to protect. When tragedy struck, he brought the prince to safety. He took care of him for years until the prince grew into a man. He is now among those loyal to him and is a trusted friend.
Facts: Lance is door nature very bookish. He prefers words to fists even though he is trained in several different form of self defense and sword play. He is very close to his old charge now friend. He often finds himself caring for him when no one else will. The two share a close bond and he’d give his life for his friend.