Cora Jamie alias. Ombre
Secteur Nord

La figure obscure dissimulée s'est esquivée autour d'un coin, s'échappant dans une ruelle alors que quelques membres d'un gang s'enfuyaient. Elle a pris une profonde respiration, aspirant dans une partie du tissu autour de sa bouche et l'a laissé sortir tranquillement, essayant de ne pas attirer l'attention sur elle-même. Elle a regardé au coin de la rue pour voir s'il en restait un. Il n'y en avait pas. Elle a laissé un soupir de soulagement et a baissé son masque autour de sa bouche. Elle s'est juste serré la tête et a dit, "Vous devez travailler sur votre endurance, fille."
Ce n'est pas de ma faute! » Cora s'est cassée, voyant ses mains. Vous continuez à rentrer chez vous avec des bleus tous les soirs, ce qui rend un peu difficile d'être en mesure de travailler sur la course et la merde!
Retournez dans votre petit trou hideux et laissez les grandes filles faire le sale boulot, l'ombre est revenue et Cora a disparu une fois de plus. L'ombre dessina le masque autour de son visage et regarda autour de lui. Elle a vu une conduite de pluie menant au sommet du bâtiment le plus proche et immédiatement elle s'est emparée. Elle a commencé à se hisser par-dessus le bord avant d'enlever un sprint vers le bas des bâtiments, sautant avec une grande facilité d'un bâtiment à l'autre. Elle a fait un canard et a roulé sur le bâtiment final et a sauté, regardant autour. Elle a sorti quelques jumelles de sa poche et a regardé autour de lui les membres du gang à nouveau. Si elle pouvait en retirer un du groupe...
Elle est soudainement restée immobile, comme un lion qui a vu sa proie. Elle a vu le groupe de membres de gangs retrouver leur chemin. Les bords de ses lèvres recourbés dans un sourire cruel et elle se tenait sur le bord de l'immeuble, regardant vers le bas dans la rue obscurcie en dessous. Alors qu'ils s'approchaient, elle les entendait parler à voix basse.
Je le jure, elle est descendue dans cette ruelle!
On a vérifié l'allée. Elle n'était pas là.
Shadow s'est faufilée et a dessiné ses katanas tranquillement avant de décider d'utiliser deux armes cette fois. Elle a tiré un de ses pistolets, le tenant légèrement dans sa main, et l'a dirigé en dessous d'elle. Elle a gardé ses deux katanas dans une main avant de regarder au-dessus du bord, attendant que le gang marche sous elle. Trois... deux... un... deux coups retentissent dans la nuit et il y a eu une soudaine vague de mains et de pieds, ainsi que le flash argenté d'une lame. En quelques instants, il ne restait plus que deux personnes : Shadow et le leader. Ils se tournaient l'un contre l'autre, Shadow tournait ses katanas avec un sourire coquin sur son visage et le chef, regardant intimidant et en colère.
Je ne t'ai jamais vu ici auparavant, girly, a déclaré le leader, la regardant avec des yeux larges et un peu flippants. L'ombre souleva un sourcil sous son masque. Les héros qui sont normalement ici ne tuent pas. Qu'est-ce qui te rend si différent?
Tu vas le tuer?Cora scruté, prenant soudain le contrôle du corps. Je vous l'ai dit, si nous allions le faire, nous n'allons pas tuer!
Sors de mes affaires, Cora, Shadow s'est cassé, essayant de reprendre le contrôle du corps. Quand tu as dit lutte contre le crime, tu as dit de faire tout ce qu'il faut. Eh bien, je fais tout ce qu'il faut... Cora a relâché son contrôle du corps, mais cette image d'une fille qui se disputait avec elle était suffisante pour que le leader la regarde comme si elle était un monstre.
Vous êtes loco, chica!Le gars a crié avant de sprinter. L'ombre gémit et secoua la tête.
Maintenant regarde ce que tu as fait, l'ombre s'est cassée. Il n'y a pas eu de réponse. L'ombre a roulé ses yeux. De toute évidence, Cora était dans l'un de ses amis. Shadow vient de se retourner et a commencé après le chef du gang, mais pas avant de voir une lueur de lumière d'un toit à proximité...


Sauge Garrison a.k.a. Fantôme
Secteur nothern

Il murmura sous son souffle, se déplaçant pour faire sortir son sniper du clair de lune, mais il savait déjà que le poussin l'avait vu. Ça n'avait pas d'importance si elle l'avait ou non. Elle n'était pas sa cible. À partir du point culminant du gratte-ciel, il regarde à travers ses jumelles, balayant la zone pour la distance jusqu'à sa cible, un M. Jean Goodman, l'un des avocats les plus riches du monde qui avait pris le client de Ghost pour beaucoup plus que ce qui avait été fait. Il devait quitter le travail à cette heure.
Une fois de plus, il a remarqué que la nana du début était toujours à la poursuite d'un des chefs de gang de la ville. Il roula les yeux et se dirigea tranquillement vers le bas. Il a tiré sur ses pieds. Elle a sauté et s'est arrêtée, se retournant. Elle l'a regardé et l'a juste retourné avant de poursuivre la poursuite. Il s'est ébranlé la tête. C'est une putain de recrue. Il a retourné son attention à son scan et finalement, il a vu un 4x4 noir sortir de la firme Goodman. Il s'est moqué. Le voilà.
Il a regardé à travers le champ d'application une fois de plus et a remarqué que le VUS se déplaçait assez vite. Quelqu'un a dû dire à M. Goodman que son nom était pris pour de l'argent. Le fantôme s'est faufilé sous son masque blanc pâle. Ça devrait être assez facile. Il a suivi la voiture pour quelques pâtés de maisons, en s'assurant d'aligner parfaitement le tir avant...
Boom. C'est quoi, ça?
Cora Jamiea.k.a. Shadow
Cora

"Everyone has their demons. Mine just happens to be a snarky bitch waiting at the edge of my subconscious."
Shadow

"What, you didn't see me?"
Age:
19
Height and Weight:
5'8" and 100 lbs
Weaponry/Equipment:


Katanas
Though not her primary weapon, Cora loves katanas. She is able to move faster with them and work with them better than most of her other weapons because she trained with them for a very long time.
Sai
Taking inspiration from her younger age when she watched TMNT a lot, Cora also learned how to fight with sai. She rarely uses the small knives though.
Pistols
These are her primary weapons. She thinks that nothing can dodge a speeding bullet. Though she nearly did. Once.
Hidden Blades
These are knives that are hidden up her sleeves, something she created herself. She mostly uses these for stealth kills when she needs to.


History:
Cora claims to have had a normal childhood because, in her eyes, she really did. Her father was an army sergeant, which mean that she was an army family. Her mother was an army nurse. They traveled from camp to camp while her mother was pregnant with her and finally settled down in a province in Korea when her mother went into labor. After only five hours of labor, Cora was born, but sadly, her mother died after giving birth so quickly and in an unsuitable environment.
Raised by her father, she joined most of the other military kids when they went to training each day, though they were many years older than her. Her father drove her hard, forcing her to be the son that he had wanted rather than a daughter. She trained day and night, only sleeping for about two hours. This is when Shadow began to develop in the back of her mind. She trained with pistols and older weapons and taught that anything could be a weapon, even herself.
Her father began to see her potential and forced her to join a teen recruit squad when she was only fourteen. They traveled around the world and convinced younger men and women to join the army by showing off their skills. They returned after they were able to fully convince at least a thousand people to join the army.
After they came back, it was like a nightmare began at her return. The night after her return, the camp was attacked. She blacked out for most of it, but when she woke up, she was standing with three dead rebels at her feet and many of her army friends looking at her in fear. This showed the strength and power of Shadow, her dual personality that had been created through her father pushing her. Fearing that she would harm her friends, she fled to Crown City when she was eighteen, where she took a year to learned to control Shadow from taking over her mind unless Cora willed it. And this is where her story begins.
Personality:
As stated in her biography, Cora and Shadow are actually two different people because Cora, in a technically term, has multiple personality disorder. Let's start with Cora.
Cora
Cora is a very quiet girl, intelligent, and a masterful engineer. She is quite loyal to her friends... if she had any. She is fearful of hurting those she loves, which is why she distances herself from everyone, especially those she fears that she will love or fall in love with. She spends a lot of her time reading or down in her shop that she built from her mother's inheritance, working on a new invention. She tries to be as peaceful as she can and tries not to lose control of her body and give way to Shadow. Both girls have the same amount of skill and potential, which is why Shadow is only different in personality. Cora can do all of the same things that Shadow does, she just chooses not to.
Shadow
Shadow is the complete opposite of her, as she says it, "jailer". She is very loud, snarky, arrogant, and sometimes a teeny bit overconfident. She is still very clever and intelligent and a masterful engineer, but she will switch sides before you can finish saying "money". She considers herself more of an assassin than a hero, but she assassinates those who stand in her way of happiness and those her are a threat to her way of living. She is also a paid assassin, whenever you can actually find her.
Other:
There's this necklace that the two personalities fight over. It was a gift from Cora's mother to her and every time Shadow takes over Cora's body, she rips the necklace off and Cora has to fix it to put it back on. It seems to be the connection between the two.

Sage Garrisona.k.a. Ghost
Sage

Sage as Ghost

My anger drove me down that path. And once you go down it, you'll love it so much you can't ever go back.
Age:
25
Height and Weight:
6' 5"; 190
Weaponry/Equipment:


Throwing Knives- These are Sage's main choice of weapon just because he has learned to throw them where he can pin someone up against a wall. These weapons allow him to both kill and obtain a victim/hostage. He feels as if they are a multipurpose tool that he can use to his advantage when he needs something.
Pistols- These are Sage's secondary weapon. He prefers using these when he needs a quick kill. He has two, one backup in his boot and the main one which is on his right hip.
SR25 Sniper Rifle- This is Sage's favorite gun. He always has it on his back. It is help to be able to take out a moving target at a distance, especially those as important as leaders.


History:
Sage grew up close to Crown City. He lived just on the outskirts with his mother, his father, two older brothers and two younger sisters. Sage was known as the "directly" middle child. He didn't mind all that much. As long as his family noticed him every once in awhile and made sure to feed him, he couldn't care less. Because they lived on the outskirts, they weren't close enough to go to any school, so the children just taught themselves what they figured they needed to know. Sage taught himself how to fight and shoot, as well as throw kitchen knives into trees. His mother did not like that very much and punished him by making him stay in his room for three weeks with only one meal a day.
Sage's parents were extremely hard on him. They didn't like him very much because they were a very balanced family without him in the picture. Whenever he went out to go hunting and bring back food for his family, they would lock him out of the house. He was beaten severely for small things and punished sometimes for things that he didn't even do. All of this began to take a hold on Sage's mind and he slowly began developing homicidal and suicide thoughts.
And he was pushed over the edge with one little incident.
His brothers, who had been playing baseball in the backyard while he watched from a distance, accidentally hit a ball through the window. Immediately, they blamed it on Sage, who had been nowhere near the ball, but of course, their parents believed them and not him. That was the final straw for the parents as well. They beat him, punching him, kicking him hard enough to break bones, and threw him into the garage, locking him in. That one last shred of hope that they actually did love him disappeared and he broke. He grabbed a sledgehammer from the tool pile and broke the lock. He walked into the kitchen slowly, making sure that everyone was asleep before grabbing the kitchen knives. He walked throughout the house and silently, without any emotion or remorse, slit his entire family's throats.
He had no emotion after that. He walked out of that house, he was eighteen at the time, so legally an adult, and started down the path to Crown City. All of that good boy attitude was gone from him and he became a full on criminal. He broke into a weapons store and stole the SR25 sniper rifle, along with two pistols. He managed to pick up some throwing knives as well before he disappeared into the darker reaches of the city. He found an apartment for himself and became a hired assassin for the lower people of the city. He knew how much pain he had felt and he wanted to give those people some relief. So it didn't matter how old the victim was or what kind of condition they were in, he still did the job through.
He went back to his house only once, to find the corpses still rotting there, completely eaten by rats. He walked into his parents room and discovered some of his father's old army gear. He immediately stole them and took them back to his apartment. He created the design of how his parents looked in death on the mask and that is when Ghost was created.
Personality:
Sage is very unemotional and seems to not have a personality. He is angered easily, which means that he has a very, very short fuse and you do not want to tick him off. He tends to kill more for sport than anything. He has an undying bloodlust, which makes his job even more fun for him. He acts like a thief and an assassin because he still has to steal bullets for his sniper, until he finally realized that he could just kill the store owner and take all of the bullets. Sage has a very Hannibal Lector air about him, minus the cannibalism part. He will take down anyone who tries to get in his way, no matter who they are.