Même dans le sommeil, un être peut sentir, hors de sa place. La familiarité de l'endroit où il a posé est profondément enracinée dans les psyché. En tant que tel, même dans le sommeil profond, Ravi senti, hors de place. La mince feuille blanche qu'il appelait sa couverture était partie. Et a été remplacé par un air chaud insupportable. Son costume habituel d'heure du coucher composé de short simple boxer, a maintenant été changé en short et un t-shirt.
Ravi lui ouvrit les yeux lentement, craignant qu'il ne vienne face à face avec un kidnappeur maniaque, mais au lieu de cela, il fut accueilli par les ténèbres. C'était normal, Ravi ouvrit rarement ses rideaux de chambre, mais cela n'expliquait pas son changement de tenue et de chaleur inhabituelle. Ravi s'assit lentement, se branlant dans l'obscurité, essayant de trouver n'importe quel point de repère qui lui indiquerait que c'était sa chambre. Malheureusement, alors que ses yeux s'ajustaient aux ténèbres, il pouvait voir les corps ébouriffants d'autres humains, et il y avait une seule figure au milieu de la pièce, qui semblait se parler à elle-même.
S'il vous plaît ne me dites pas que j'ai été kidnappé par une sorte de groupe adorateur d'idoles." Ravi a pensé à lui-même, priant tranquillement qu'il se réveille de tout cauchemar maléfique qui lui est arrivé.
Ravi se leva lentement du lit dans lequel il avait été placé, et marcha lentement vers la figure qu'il avait vue au milieu de la pièce. Alors qu'il s'approchait, il commença lentement à reconnaître la figure d'une femme. Sans doute un chaud à cela, un homme pouvait dire juste en voyant le dos de la fille, c'était un outil et un cadeau incroyable.
Soudain, la voix d'une femme fit rapidement regarder Ravi, essayant de localiser la femme qui s'était exprimée.
Mon nom est Rylee Blacks, alias. Agent Ice. Vous avez été choisi pour vos compétences, vos cerveaux et votre personnalité pour faire partie de l'U.M.F., également connu sous le nom de force de mission souterraine. Nous ne sommes ni la CIA, ni le FBI. Nous ne sommes pas liés au gouvernement. Nous vous avons appelés ici aujourd'hui pour que vous acceptiez et commenciez votre formation avec nous. Si vous choisissez de ne pas accepter, votre mémoire sera effacée et vous serez renvoyé à la maison pour vivre une vie normale, heureuse et terne. Mais, si vous acceptez, vous laisserez votre famille, vos amis et votre vie derrière vous et vous commencerez une vie entièrement nouvelle ici. Êtes-vous prêt à laisser tout ce que vous savez pour l'amélioration de l'humanité? Chacun d'entre vous doit monter à la fenêtre et livrer sa réponse. Il n'y aura pas de questions, aucune explication de qui nous sommes, ce que nous faisons, et quel est votre rôle jusqu'à ce que nous ayons obtenu l'acceptation de ceux qui veulent être l'un de nous. La porte ne s'ouvrira pas tant que tout le monde n'aura pas donné sa réponse. Compris? Tant mieux. Maintenant, un à la fois, accédez à la fenêtre pour livrer votre réponse.
Ravi était confus, laissant sa famille, pour l'amélioration de l'humanité, il ne se souciait vraiment pas de l'humanité, mais la fille devant lui semble l'avoir fait. La vie allait bien pour lui de retour à la maison, mais Ravi était intrigué, ce qu'ils ont vu exactement en lui, ce qui le rendait digne, et Ravi n'a pas été l'un pour gaspiller des occasions qui lui sont venues.
Ravi s'est levé à côté de la fille, et s'est jeté dans le miroir. -- Eh bien, ma réponse est la même, j'accepte. Il a répondu, secouant la main à travers ses cheveux blonds, la question qu'il avait maintenant était, et ensuite?
Dean Mitchell 

”Everything can be fixed with a punch or a soft word. If Stealth fails.”
Dean is rather tall which makes stealth a bit of a chore. He is six feet 2 inches tall and muscled from years of hard work and having to fight for his supper. He always keeps his hair short. He seems to be almost militant about keeping himself fit and trim. He wears tight fitting shirts and haggard looking clothing that seem very important to him. His face looks like it has been hit a few times and his body is covered in old scars. The largest one is on his right bicep and appears to have been done with a knife of some kind.
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Agency Codename:
Wolf
Age:
20
Gender
Male
Sexuality
Bisexual and has no preference
Birthday
June, 28
Blood Type
B
Where You Are From:
Las Vegas, Nevada
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Position In the Agency:
Recruit
Weapon of Choice:
N/A
Handler/Instructor
Eric Cole
Vehicle of Choice
Car
Position In the Field:
Runner
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Personality
Dean seems to have two different personalities depending on what the situation is. His "main" personality is a very fun engaging type of person. He seems to like wine, women or men, and song in any combination. He smiles and laughs about anything and seems to like to mess around. However when the mission calls for it, he can be much more focused on the mission and his teammates. His mood also shifts if he is required to fight for any reason. He becomes much more cold and calculating. This would be his second personality.
Dean can get angry and violent if he is threatened or someone he cares about is. He will attack anyone even if it means he could get hurt himself. However he is not afraid of anything. Even if it is something he has never done, Dean will still do it. Dean also never backs down from a challenge would could be considered a major flaw. He thinks it is a good thing but others might think otherwise.
History
Dean Mitchell was born on the streets of Las Vegas. He never knew his mother since his father told him she had died soon after Dean was born. Dean never really asked or cared about her since his father had made sure that Dean did not ask to many questions. When he was about 6 years, his father started to teach Dean how to fight. It started with being taught how to box and then it went onto different types of fighting.
Dean enjoyed it but he never really was raised normally. He was home schooled and it clearly shows even now that he is not classically intelligent. When he was 16 he started to get into underground fights for as much money as he could bring in since his father had gotten sick. Dean usually won more of the fights than he lost and was rather good at it. He eventually caught the eye of a local mobster and was hired to fight for him even if Dean did not want to.
He began to try and get into a local college so he could get out of this life. The last thing he remembers is heading towards his father's gym and a bright light. Then he woke up.
Character Relations
Will Come Later
Other:
He likes almost anyone that he meets and can be quite charming when he wants to be.


Eric Cole

”Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori ~Horace”
He is a bit short for a man, coming in at only 5 feet 11 inches tall. He looks like his face had gotten beaten in and it seems that it has been. His skin is covered in marks and old bruises. His nose looks like it has been broken numerous and it was. He is very muscular due to his shorter stature.
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Agency Codename:
Jackal
Age:
32
Gender
Male
Sexuality
Hetero Sexual
Birthday
August 5
Blood Type
O-
Where You Are From:
London, England
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Position In the Agency:
Handler/Instructor
Weapon of Choice:
L115A3 Sniper rifle
Handler/Instructor
N/A
Vehicle of Choice
Motorcycle
Position In the Field:
None
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Personality
Eric is always quiet and thinking about his next move. He is quiet and strong by nature. He rarely smiles and seems to be very protective of his charges. Since it is his job to teach them more physical tasks than brains, he prefers to punch rather than talk. Eric will always have the back of anyone who asks for it but prefers to let people figure out their problems on their own.
He always will be willing to brawl no matter what since that was what he was trained to do. He stays quiet and is fine with be alone when he has to. He can be quite a good teacher when he wants to be.
History
Eric was born in one of the worst areas of London to a pair of normal parents. It was clear from when he was little that the only way out was to get out by anyway he could. So he turned to the military for that route as soon as he could. He was trained as a sniper but never saw combat because he was taken in the middle of the night to the UMF.
He was trained to be a hammer for the group. He was not a runner but was better suited for a driver since he could still be switched in when subtly was not needed. He still had his sniper rifle and took place in a few different assassinations of different targets. He never really cared about killing so it didn't matter.
When he was 27, he decided to retire as a handler or a teacher for the next generation. It was easier since he was not as young as he had been so many years earlier. Now he keeps on going with the training since he enjoys it. The new recruits remind him of himself when he was young.
Character Relations
None
Other:
None