Ravi a écouté attentivement ce que la mystérieuse femme derrière le miroir avait à dire. Ce qui n'était pas beaucoup à long terme, mais il a solidifié sa foi en cette U.M.F., lui donnant plus de confirmation que c'était probablement réel. L'époque pour tout était un peu brutale, Ravi n'était pas vraiment une personne du matin. Malheureusement, il semblait que l'U.M.F. Ils n'étaient pas très gentils et compatissants.
En fin de compte, la seule chose qui intéressait vraiment Ravi était le changement devant l'autre. Son corps était un spectacle pour les yeux douloureux, il avait de la viande sur lui, mais soulever des poids ne l'a jamais intéressé. Malgré cela, Ravi n'était pas vraiment conscient de son corps, apparemment se mettre nu devant tout le monde était censé les rapprocher. Ravi regarda les filles dans la pièce, il sentit un peu d'envie en les regardant, ils n'avaient pas à s'inquiéter de « cacher leur convoitise ». Il a attrapé la fille qu'il avait appelée chaude souriant sur lui, et son cœur bat plus vite. Smiles voulait dire beaucoup de choses, il ne pouvait pas sauter aux conclusions sauvages dès le début, il ne connaissait même pas son nom. Ravi lui sourit avant de se retourner et de marcher vers son lit.
Comme la femme l'avait dit, Ravi a trouvé un sac noir sous son lit. Un papier, enregistré sur le dessus du sac, lisait, 'Observateur'. Ravi s'est gratté la tête et a retourné la carte, trouvant une description de ce qu'était un Observateur.
Un Observateur est l'homme de la main droite de Runner. Ils observent la zone cible à distance, soit dans une maison sécurisée, soit dans une camionnette. L'observateur ne peut pas changer d'observateur, bien qu'ils aident à tout mettre en place pour la mission à l'avance.
"Je suis le réalisateur, ça a l'air amusant." Ravi s'est bourdonné sarcastiquement. Ravi soupira et plaça le sac sur le lit et commença à s'habiller, faisant tout ce qu'il pouvait pour garder les yeux loin de la fille aux cheveux blonds. Ravi leva sa chemise au-dessus de sa tête, seulement pour la jeter sur le lit et ramasser la chemise qu'ils fournissaient. Il descendit son pantalon, veillait à garder ses boxeurs, et mettait le pantalon de spandex, avec lequel Ravi n'avait pas beaucoup d'expérience. Ravi a tout surmonté avec les chaussures de tennis qui étaient dans le sac et a pris une profonde respiration, heureux que cette épreuve était terminée et faite. Il a encore attrapé la blonde qui lui souriait, avait-elle regardé s'habiller?
Ravi lui sourit et prit place sur le bord du lit et tenta de mieux comprendre la situation. Cela lui ressemblait encore comme un taureau, mais il aurait préféré aller avec eux, puis faire face à toutes les conséquences dures qui allaient venir après le déclin, il ne leur faisait pas du tout confiance, bien que sa confiance en eux grandissait.
"Qui ne l'est pas, mais regardez-le à l'envers, ils nous auraient laissés partir, essuyant votre mémoire sonne comme un peu d'étirement si vous me demandez. Je préfère aller avec eux, et découvrir pourquoi j'ai été choisi." Ravi a répondu au gars asiatique qui s'était exprimé. En réalité, Ravi était d'accord avec le gars, mais quel choix avaient-ils.
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