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intro conte
receiving.transmission:..
Reality is a traitor

But-
Now living past contentment,
No lingering shards of resentment.
Or ruins of what are ambitions traded.
And free of nightmares; faded.


So what's it feel like, now?
To live in a world so blue.
stead of black and white
With shades between we've come to spite


You're now livin' in a world so passive
Respond agressive, assertive.

introduction:..



Alejain.. .
Hello, welcome, you've reached my petpage I see. Feel free to browse around, this place is pretty safe. Just watch out for some low hanging live wires here and there.

As you already know, I am Alejain, and my line of work is not something I take great pleasure in. Instead it is my job and a form of debt I owe to my master.

Our work isn't exactly ethical, nor very tolerable in your society, but here in the underworld not much is anyways. We get hired, payed, bruised, shot, and die. But that's just the surface of what the authorities have tapped. There's a much larger story to us all as to why we're here, basically having our lives hanging on a thread.

vital.statistics:..



Full Name: Alejain Evairy
Pet Names: AJ, Jain, Al
Gender: Female
Race: Lupe, Desert Coyote
DOB: August 30

Occupation: Assassin Apprentice
Residence: Taipei, Taiwan
Status: in bloody agony D|
Talents: Quick analyzing skills, Fast, Good aim
Persona: Gentle, Diligent, Obedient
Extra: Is allergic to milk.

I like.. .
Open spaces, Blue, Starbucks, Guns, Tennis, Some TV programs, Wi-fi Connection

I dislike.. .
Medication, Bees, Milk, Dust, Killing, Elmo, Ocean, Spaghetti Sauce

I don't know.. .
Books, Other assassins, Elm Treason, Alarm systems/clocks

swing.back.the.pendulum:..

The details of my story isn't hard to follow. I was born and raised in a small city-like town. We had some 30-story office buildings, but nothing to match the skyscrapers in full-fledged joints. I was a normal, hardworking student. My marks were above average, and I had participated and won many violin concerts. And I had thought that was enough to keep the people around me satisfied.

But, of course, things changed. By merely meeting the 'wrong' people, the life I knew was torn down.







0.1
During the summer, when the factories on the edge of town were closed, I took off to the outskirts of the city, saying to my parents that I was going to study out of town.

Every year I spent my time here by exploring and did everything like a normal kid would do at her house. Sleeping, eating, writing, working, practicing, but I developed a rather new hobby of peeping through the large warehouse doors to have a look at foreign imports... no one ever came while I was here. Security wasn't a big deal either; it only provided another element of excitement in my rather bland life.

The warehouses usually held furniture imports from Denmark and England, for as long as I could remember. Over the years, the barrier the managers called 'top security' became nothing but a thin one me. However, this last summer, all but the last door struck me as a real challenge. Its access code format was completely different from all the others I've ever worked with before, and what it held was a puzzle of itself. A metal crate with no other lock I've ever seen before. It's presence offset me for days, which soon stretched into weeks. Summer was almost over.

However, the long wait and frustration came to an end, in the form of a being known as Elm Treason.

0.2
The bleach blond lupe could not contain a whine of denial in the dark. The sun had long set and she was working by fluorescent lamp light; her violin and math textbooks neglected on the manager's desk. This was the very first time a vault/lock had manged to eluded her in a long time. She had tried everything known to her; even gave it good kick or two, but to no avail.
To be blunt, she had never even seen a lock such as this one. It's properties were complex and metal sides thick; sound proof. The long list of numbers of possible success ran around her head in circles, but she couldn't come to a definite conclusion. She was so immersed on her theories that she didn't hear the steady hum of her lamp, the crickets, or the echos of faint footsteps as a moonlit shadow made itself known in the warehouse.



Crouching on the cool cement floor, Alej muttered incoherent formulas past her lips while stopping now and then, furiously jotting down endless mathematical equations and sequences. To be more descriptive, it wasn't just one slip of scrap paper anymore. By now it had solidly become a stack of sheets all marked and scarred by a dull pencil.

Needless to say, Alejain did not take notice of her surroundings, while shut off in her closed world. She did not see or hear the figure (how cliche) step closer to her from the shadows of nearby frigates. It was all too late as a low 'hmph' in the back of a male's throat that dragged Alejain from whatever realm she was in. Her eyes, in a drooped comatose and empty stare, now snapped wide open to look up at the maker of her future.

Damascus Elm Treason.

0.3
He wasn't normal by any of her standards. That was the first thought that entered Alejain's numb mind, as she tilted her head to assess the figure in front of her. His skin and fur were dark- which was unlike anyone Alejain had ever met in her city. The dark lupe was clad in what seemed like a militants attire, but entirely black, a long brilliant red scarf shifted and fluttered lightly as he moved towards her slowly. His ears were alert and his posture gave him a stiff but sharp edgy appearance.

Her pale eyes met a steely gaze of vermilion, which narrowed slightly as they spotted the box that she kept in her hands. At this, Alejain shuddered inwardly from the frigid atmosphere he gave off.
good evening
Ms. if you please, the box he finally spoke in a surprisingly polite and smooth tone as he motioned towards the item in her hands.

However, Alejain was unable to respond correctly, and she panicked. This was the first time she had met anybody face to face in the warehouse, and this was definitely the first time she'd ever been confronted by this type of person.
Alejain suddenly sprung away quickly while knocking down her pile of sheets and with fear evident in her motion. Scrambling and pulling herself up against the wall of the wall, the girl felt trapped and had forgotten everything else; why she was here, her school work, the metal box.

It was the figure in front of her which made every fiber of her being fear him. What exactly about him that made her so scared, she did not know, but she felt it was ridiculous. All he had done was sneak up on her and merely say a few words.

Meanwhile the figure across from her seemed unfazed and closed the distance that was made while his gaze bore into her frightened eyes. At that moment, something broke- snapped in Alejain. In an instant her eyes were snapped shut and she herself recoiled while slashing instinctively in front of her and delivered an unconscious assault on the stranger.
Her first blow had struck the red-eyed lupe as a surprise due to his serious miscalculation of the girl's abilities. As a result, he was knocked off balance.

The next hit barely gave enough time for the stranger to compose himself, who could only block and take the blow.

The last one, by then, the male decided enough was enough, as he caught her flying leg and decisively shoved her forcefully to cause her slide to skid a few feet back.

As he watched her breath raggedly in shock, the dark lupe blinked slowly. She was fast. Too fast.

0.4
parallel shift

Who..the heck are you and what did you do? Aljeain raged in a choked whisper. Her hands were shaking- even her tail was like a leaf in the wind. Her heart was still pounding against her chest, and her senses felt sharpened.

The cricket chirps orchestrated themselves to a loud screeching noise. The dull florescent light now stung at the corner of her blurred vision as the nauseating smell of leather began to override her perceptions. Her back slackened as her figure fell forward. It was her head- there were too many things going on in her head.

chapter.selection

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two/2 [GO]
three/3 [GO]
four/4 [GO]
five/4 [GO]
six/4 [GO]
seven/4 [GO]
eight/4 [GO]


the.bingo.book:..

welcome.to.the.family:..




Damascus Elmrest "Treason

  • duh-MASS-cuss


  • Assassin (My master, teacher, etc..)

  • I think you've learned a lot about him already, but to put it simply, Damascus is not someone you would want to cross paths with in the light of conflict. You've seen what he's done to me already... but personally, besides that matter, I have no qualms with him, despite his cold and albeit shrewd personality. He made me see a different world- the true world, and once I've seen the truth, I cannot bring myself to be ignorant once more.






    Fiyolu Swanne

  • fee-YO-loo


  • Tactician Coordinator

  • I haven't actually known her for very long, but from what I can tell, Fiyolu is one conspicuous character. She's from Europe.. somewhere, and has a sharp tongue when arguing or debating with her subordinates. Treason doesn't tell me much, but he lets on that Fiyolu abuses the organization's vehicles and liquor. You'll notice her right away since she usually wears her trademark scarf. It's very long and seems very important to her.

    Striare Aust

  • stree-ARR-ray


  • Intelligence Coordinator


  • A shy, quiet and thoughtful individual- whom contrasts greatly from Fiyolu. It's hard to believe, at first sight, that this lupe is actually an associate of a much darker image- although her personality doesn't show it. Others often take her for a push-over, due to her quietness. But I've seen her surprise a few people in the past with her hidden talent in fighting.




    Breusault

  • brew-SO

  • RED scarf Captain

  • A devious character, who is very objective. I suppose everything started with him..? He was the wolf a part of the assassination squad which killed Treason's family. He was also the one who trained him and molded him into the Treason I know today. Ruthless would be the most accurate term to describe him. It doesn't matter who he needs to strike down- as long as the job benefits him in the way he wants, everything is fair game in his world.




    Soviette

  • so-vee-EHT


  • Fiyolu's second in command


  • The type of party girl who dances and listens to her music all day. She can be very disagreeable sometimes, but otherwise her nature is tolerable. She's usually the go-between Fiyolu and I because she's stationed at a critical rendezvous point- the local bar. Sovi can sometimes be a little irritating during times like those because she likes to pry and be nosy. Felines, really.




    Devinum

  • DEV-in-numb


  • Transaction Coordinator

  • His piercings and image made me perceive him as the typical drop out, no show, type guy at first, but he's little more complex than that. Given his position, he has the many responsibilities that many coordinators have- and from what I can hear Treason grumbling about, it's no fun or easy job. Devin can be a little crude sometimes, but he always watches out for his underlings, because messengers aren't usually equipped with the necessary character to defend themselves.




    Denali Falls

  • den-NAH-LEE


  • Class B Messenger

  • The little pup is the perfect candidate for a job like his. With an innocent face and charming juvenile voice- he can slip past checkpoints and keep the kiddy-kiddy facade during his errands. He's not the brightest, and tends to be alittle naive, and has had his butt being saved by Devinum a few times now and then. The only question I still have is why and how did he land in an organization such as this?



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    5) Only for the Neopets site.
    6) Do not unlink them to Alejain's page, please.

    custom.pickup:..


    Alejain:.
    iKILL

    Fiyolu:.
    iDRIVE

    Striare:.
    iSTAR

    Yoshoshi:.
    iGAME

    Rhoket:.
    iTRAVEL

    Dhanskoh:.
    iHYPE

    Cyrusith:.
    iFix

    StormBringerWolf:.
    iTHUNDER

    Lunuhris:.
    iHOWL

    Lunuhr:.
    iBRISTLE

    Durnfall:.
    iBURN

    Prain:.
    iSTITCH

    Hinun:.
    iCULT

    Continuent:.
    iRAID

    Wolven_Fox:.
    iFLAME

    Blue_Fox_Wolf:.
    iBLUE

    Vixen_Wolf:.
    iEXOTIC

    Whalde:.
    iINNOVATE

    Irajha:.
    iBLED

    Riws:.
    iNinja

    Yilth:.
    iScarred

    Kevrane:.
    iFae-boy

    SkylarKoss:.
    iWest

    Vehsper:.
    iPurify

    RiverStone:.
    iPurify

    Rhist:.
    iPurify

    Jeuri:.
    iPurify

    Eqoh:.
    iPurify

    Ehnue:.
    iPurify

    Darrkly:.
    iPurify



    Baby:.
    Baby

    Blue:.
    Blue

    Brown:.
    Brown

    Checkered:.
    Checkered

    Clouds:.
    Clouds

    Darigan:.
    Darigan

    Desert:.
    Desert

    Electric:.
    Electric

    Faerie:.
    Faerie

    Fire:.
    Fire

    Ghost:.
    Ghost

    Glowing:.
    Glowing

    Gold:.
    Gold

    Green:.
    Green

    Grey:.
    Grey

    Halloween:.
    Halloween

    Island:.
    Island

    Mutant:.
    Mutant

    Orange:.
    Orange

    Pink:.
    Pink

    Pirate:.
    Pirate

    Plushie:.
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    Purple:.
    Purple

    Rainbow:.
    Rainbow

    Red:.
    Red

    Shadow:.
    Shadow

    Silver:.
    Silver

    Split:.
    Split

    Starry:.
    Starry

    Stripes:.
    Stripes

    Tyrannian:.
    Tyrannian

    White:.
    White

    Yellow:.
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