LET’S PAINT A PICTURE OF AGENT MARTYR.
LOADING . . .
gods don’t care if you’re a painter or a dancer or a decent person. they just give you the tools to do those things. the rest is the agency.
> AGENT LOG: RECRUIT ‘95
NAME: abraham anahera
NICKNAME(S): anything but abe. it makes him feel like a penny (except its what everyone calls him LMAOGKFJHFG so go for it )
AGE: forty eight
PRONOUNS: he/him/his
CATEGORY: four
YEAR JOINED: 1995
OUT OF AGENCY OCCUPATION: motel manager / owner
SECRET: skepticism of the agency as a whole / the agency’s ranking system
read his full stats (which im still finishing wahh) HERE and biography HERE!
one failed marriage, two dead parents, and an individualistic complex later, abraham anahera feels very at home within the agency. you’ll often find him around the dormitories provided by the agency, deadpan about collecting useful information and left wondering if the thing in his chest really beats for anything else or if it’s a stubborn hunk of metal and soot!
his record had been clean when he was approached for recruitment, and what made him notable as an agent was the death of his parents, a lack of immediate family and impressive grades.
he’s very split in two; aware of his own destruction. you’ll never find the civilian abraham within agency walls. or at least that’s what he hopes. he resides in mayfair, london in a one bedroom flat. it’s about an interesting looking as an applebees
Ward’s upbringing is as unremarkable as it is quick in this field. He was a boy, who had a family, he played sports and he went to school and he had friends. Ward went to college, Ward did track and he was believed to be one of the most nimble athletes in college. His parents came to his games and he had a loving girlfriend. Ward lived a normal life. Until he didn’t.
Sure he knew his father worked at the Pentagon, but no one ever talked about work at home. They laughed and they played Monopoly and went to church like everyone else. Ward never really understood that his father did a lot of shady things that upset people.
People that, in the end, made sure his mother and father did not come to a single one of his games again.
For many years, Ward drifted, he graduated, stopped competing, got a desk job doing something useless and pointless. He was going to just mull about. It was only when he was twenty-five, picked up a slip of paper from the sidewalk with a strange symbol on it, that his life changed.
He knew of military training, training for Numbers didn’t seem much different than what his father would share. They once told Ward they liked that he was good at keeping his mouth shut, and that his entire family was dead or not around. They were blunt. He didn’t have much room to argue, considering the rest of his life was aimless.
He spent a decade doing their bottom-level work. He kept his head down, performed well. He took everything they fed to him, because he listened to his father, why wouldn’t he listen to these people? They told him he wasn’t just serving the country, but the world, and that sounded like a damn good way to keep his family legacy alive. And gosh darn it, he didn’t even ask to avenge the death of his parents. He knew the agency liked that.
It all changed when he was raised to a 3, a giving his own independent mission.
There had been a circle of people within London, all part of the elite, that were no good. A laundry list of crimes against humanity. It was Ward’s job to take them out, without disrupting the every-day community they entrenched themselves in. How was he to do that?
Jay Wardson is a best-selling pulp mystery author. You’ve probably seen his paper back books at the grocery store, or the airport. The kind of author that apparently sells really well, but you’ve never met a person whose actually read one of his books.
Jay Wardson lives in London with his son, Jacob, who is a great talent at football, and singing.
Jay Wardson and Ward Madden are the same man.
For six years, Ward Madden has been threading the needle of fake father of the year, and assassin extraordinaire. He’s never written a word a goddamn day in his life, the Agency pays some ghostwriter to do it. But he’ll be damned if he’s going to miss his son’s concert recital. Or… fake son that is.
See, six years ago, Numbers handed Ward keys to a massive flat, a two year old boy, and a stack of files, and told him he had to keep killing those monsters on the PTA to make the world a better place. And he has. He really thinks he has. But he knows that when the files stop showing up, Jay Wardson is going to disappear. So will Jacob Wardson. And that thought terrifies him. As much as he knows his purpose, he’s starting to think being a father is his purpose, too.
Hey~ I’m Chase Reid, and I don’t trust anyone else to take photos of me. I only look good in snapchat filters. I love two things; my dogs and music. I’m always down to hang with friends and do whatever. Or whoever ;) I swing both ways, babes.
these are the only pictures i have that arent blurry or have the same energy as a bigfoot sighting so here you go. im taylor row, and if you dont mess with me then you wont get a baseball bat to the face.
❝ the people you love become ghosts inside of you, and like this you keep them alive. ❞
CATEGORY: 4
FULL NAME: Selina Vale
AGENT NAME: DOMINO
DATE OF BIRTH: November 17, 1978
AGE: 43
GENDER: Cis woman
PRONOUNS: She/her
FACECLAIM: Rachel McAdams
well worn jeans and scuffed boots, fingers torn up by anxiety and leather jackets, the faint aroma of beer, a cigarette tucked behind her ear, a variety of knives hidden on her person at all times, a shoebox of postcards never sent, and makeup smudged glassy, weary eyes
TRIGGER WARNINGS: alcoholism, drugs, war, military
Growing up in Denver, Colorado life was cookie cutter and boring. Selina Vale grew up in a middle class family who were well liked in the neighborhood and community. She did well in school, played sports and was a star in soccer, was a spelling bee champion and was apart of various extra curricular activities through her childhood. All in all her parents had done their job well in raising a well rounded daughter who had all the promise in the world.
At eighteen Selina went off to university in Southern California. It has seemed the perfect fit for a young woman so bright and warm like the West Coast sun. Even more so when it came to getting involved in real world matters. Out in California Selina didn’t have to worry about keeping up the Vale image as much and for the first time in her life she got to enjoy what it meant to live for herself rather than constantly looking to achieve and please. She’d also fallen in love with a guy who would later prove she had been nothing but a one night stand and ended up pregnant. Rather than tell her family, she kept her condition a secret and gave the newborn son up for adoption shortly after birth. Selina hadn’t been ready to be a parent, especially when her views on family were still very traditional.
When the war happened she enlisted and despite being placed in intelligence Selina had demanded a combat position. At that time in her life she had been indoctrinated into the American scheme and her pride for her country was through the roof. It was until she was stationed over seas and doing tours through the war zones that her mind had begun to change. Through the military she had received extensive weapons and combat training. Ever the top student and athlete she excelled and was eventually placed into combat positions, though by then she wasn’t bleeding so red, white, and blue and struggled with the fact that she seemed to have a natural gift and inclination towards special ops and recognizance. It had worn on her and began to mess with her head. Selina was so separate from reality and her family and friends that the horrors of what she had seen and been apart of took their toll. She began to drink and do drugs, finding herself discharged following an incident where she was found in an opium den in Hong Kong.
It was exactly what she wanted yet there was a void in the absence of what she had been doing for more than a decade of her life. Despite her PTSD, which she has done her best to hide, some former military contact had gotten in touch with her and made Selina an offer to work as a mercenary. In saying yes, it was agreeing to something not so rigid and blindly following, but also completely in-tune with what she was used to. Being a mercenary was a chance to do better and use the special skills she possessed, and also paid quite a bit better. Unlike her tours with the US Military, Selina was all over the globe and realized pretty quickly that she wasn’t doing good in the world but was now a criminal. For whatever reason it didn’t bother her so much, the things she had learned up to that point in her life about existence had greyed the line between right and wrong. It was all about perspective and opinion.
When she wasn’t on a job, Selina was honing her skills. Knives were her obsession and specialty, which led her comrades to call her Kitana. In some ways, in the criminal underbelly of the world, she’d become something of a myth. Selina was comparable to Achilles with a sword, and like Homer’s legend she too wondered what it meant for her gift to be death. Over and over she shook off those questions and doubts, the way her conscience nagged at her and purpose questioned her actions when she’d see ghosts and hear the haunts of reckoning in her past. It was a fight with someone equally matched that brought Selina to the Numbers Agency. Though, she always had a feeling there was something more to it. That showdown had actually been a test, the first of many, and somehow she past their mental and emotional wellness tests. Or much like the military they tended to gloss over it when someone was on the edge. Especially when she passed anything physical and weapons related with flying colors.
It had felt good to Selina though to be considered an asset and to be apart of something that expected more out of her. By that she had to clean up her act, quit drinking and keep herself clean of drugs. She would have to find new ways to cope. For that, she had begun a long overdue investigation into whatever happened with her son, finding it alarming that there was no trace of him. Not even his birth. Selina rose up the ranks quickly, making her way into category four just a few years ago and up until recently had taken up a stance of not questioning authority. For once when moving through the agency Selina had decided to trust. It could have been a pattern from her past, the former militant that was still so ingrained into her making. But when she questioned a senior agent about her son and how she could go about finding him, Selina found herself shut out. Then a five agent had a public breakdown and it was troublesome how much she felt she could relate. Could she hide that or would she soon be disappeared as well?
A SECRET OF THEIRS: When she was 18 she put her son up for adoption and they were (unknowingly) taken in by the agency and raised in their program. She’s been on a quest to find what happened to her child.
❛ there’s a HOLE in my 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕, and i hate that it’s there . ❜
LOCATING . . . AGENT JANUARY
9 RESULTS FOUND :
> full name : micaela danelle leone .
> alias : january .
> nicknames : most commonly known as “ mic ” or “ january ” — more personal intimate connections may refer to her as “ caela ” .
> age : thirty - eight .
> date of birth : august 12, 1984 .
> category : three .
> civilian occupation : international business translator .
> secret : italian mafia ties and is not exactly on the best of terms with them — her first major solo mission involved taking out a rising mafia member & their associates that happened to be an old family friend and their family, which she did, despite knowing the potential repercussions should it be linked back to her .
FIND FULL PERSONNEL FILE HERE .
tl;dr —
adopted into a fam with very direct mafia ties, yeehaw ! her late adopted mother was family & her father married into it.
growing up in italy, she ran around with what she refers to as her “extended family” and never knowing any different, that’s exactly what shoes she grew into as she got older. always scheming, up to something, holding shit over like 5 different people’s heads at any given time.
lil bit of a polyglot, loved to learn and especially learning new languages — majored in linguistics in college, which her lil’ mafia friends really liked and used to their advantage. she speaks seven languages fluently : english, spanish, french, italian, mandarin, russian, and arabic. can muddle her way through about three others. her position as a translator got her rubbing elbows with v important people, and typically she was a go to when it came to recruiting, blackmailing, threatening, bribing govt officials or corrupt authority figures, the like.
was p much considered an associate of the mafia, and with her mom out of the picture ... not a whole lot of protection passed their way when money leaves different hands and enemies are made. ended up with her dad no longer in the picture either (rip) and her “extended family” dropping her like it was hot.
recruited by the agency shortly after, double yeehaw !
her first Official solo op was to eliminate one of her childhood friends & their family, since they’d hopped up on the agency’s radar in a Not So Great way and they were needed out of the way. she went through with it, despite knowing it was essentially like declaring open fucking season on herself should they ever link it back to her, and even though it’s years in the past, she still has an inkling of worry that they Know
pretty much no one in the agency know her real or fake surname, typically know her either as micaela or january — she also adopted a new surname for her business dealings as well, so if your muse happens to know her through that, they’d know her as micaela rossini.
has been with the agency for roughly 15 years, being recruited at age twenty-three
jack of quite a few trades within the agency, most notable ones are interrogation, reconnaissance / counterintelligence, undercover work so long as it ain’t for the mafia sfksdfjk, sharpshooting.
possible & wanted connections . . .
> mentor - esque figure that trained her while she was sitting nice and pretty at category 1, someone who gave her a dose of her own medicine (and still does dhfksj) but someone she’d probs take a bullet for
> miss girl is all about casual sex, so i’m all up for things like fwb, people that hook up when on mission ( despite saying that they’re not going to about a thousand times before ) , even a good ol’ i hate you so much take off your clothes right this instant
> i live for a good banter, so anything that’ll give me that ; rivals of some kind, you get on my nerves but i’d stick my neck out for you if the time came, etc.
> someone that she also happens to know through her civvie persona ?
> work / mission partner
> someone that oversaw or did work on the Solo Op
> anything and everything. bonus points if it’s messy. tysm
> … name ⸺ artemisia fox .
> … nickname(s) ⸺ misha .
> … age ⸺ thirty - six .
> … d.o.b. ⸺ december 20 , 1986 .
> … category ⸺ three .
> … alias ⸺ traviata .
> … civilian occupation ⸺ art conservationist .
> … specializations ⸺ forgery , close quarters / hand to hand combat , improvised weaponry , interrogation .
> … secret ⸺ for the ruining of her life , artemisia intends to find and extract a fair price in recompense from the donahue family : death . it’s part of her deal with the newly formed contact she’s made at mi6 : while they may dismantle the legacy , she gets to cull the dynasty .
OPEN DOSSIER ? VIEW FILE SUMMARY ?
black and white films playing to an empty theatre. a nose tucked into fur collar and the flashing of camera bulbs white and relentless as the snow. a wine goblet purposefully overturned. the tremoring choreography of hands in an orchestra, awaiting the finale. a sleek black porsche careening down an isolated road covered in ice. the scream of a violin string as it breaks. a dark head of hair rising from the sea under moonlight. jewelry inlaid with family initials, irremovable as a brand. the head of a mounted stag set burning. the sensation of somebody watching you undress. static at the end of a record. a cherry soaked too long in brandy, all hard pit and bitterness. curtains moving when everyone is asleep. the sound of heels on church stone. driving with the top down at night. bare feet along the thin razor of the balcony railing. the motto on a family crest too far away for you to read. a note written on a fogged mirror, signed with a spiral.
TL;DR HISTORY with trigger warnings for: fire, death, suicide, mental/emotional abuse.
born anita salazar , only child to a single mother , in the staff quarters of a palatial english manor where her mother works as a maid . there is more love than prosperity to go around between them , but neither mind . the family her mother works for is kind , and they have a daughter of similar age that anita plays with .
at age seven , a fire claims both anita’s mother and the daughter of their employers . having spent her entire young life with the owners , they take her with them after the bodies are recovered and move to an isolated estate in sweden to heal from their losses .
sorrow and trauma do terrible things to a person , who in turn do terrible things to a child . wracked by grief and driven to instability with the desire to rectify the loss of her daughter, over the course of months anita is slowly treated as and “ made ” into their deceased daughter artemisia fox . it starts as simply as being given her old clothes to wear and ends as severely as being presented a birthday cake on the wrong day and called by the wrong name .
family friends the donahues enable this , altering legal records through their agency and promising to clean up any bumps that arise from the identity switch going forward . the cost is to share their property : when artemisia turns twenty - one , she will become numbers property . artemisia fox is reborn with dyed hair and a rhinoplasty at age nine to correct a “ deviated septum ” to further enhance her resemblance to a dead girl .
artemisia never believes she is the girl she is pretending to be , but a lost girl desperate for love and with no one else to look out for her will graft to what is given out of necessity . she is a wholly obedient child until her mid - late teenage years , within which she becomes unruly and rebellious in private , spurred by anger for what life has done to her .
finds a gift for forgery after learning to mimic her predecessor’s handwriting as a child , and after discovering she has a natural and incredible talent in fine arts at boarding school , this leads to producing and selling art forgeries by age eighteen .
at twenty - one , her father drops her off at the address given to him by the donahue patriarch nearly fifteen years ago . he does not look in her eyes as he does so . her mother has already died , but would have looked away if she could . upon entry , misha is blackmailed into joining numbers through threat of ( A ) the reveal of her true identity and ( B ) the threat of exposing her art fraud to both buyers and the law .
initially a very loyal dog to the agency , and preternaturally suited to the lifestyle given she has spent the last decade and a half falsifying her existence . [ little nina vc : ] you’re loyal to whoever holds the leash
father admits in a suicide note that he regrets what he allowed his wife to do to artemisia , as well as the bargain made with the donahues , but that he allowed it because she was always his daughter , even if she never knew it ⸺ the result of an affair committed in the estate . this is more or less her turning point , scrubbing from her eyes any remaining favourable colouring cast over her life and the agency . she sees them for what they are : the devil playing god , and a god that had still managed to mold her in their image .
PERSONALITY - WISE , very a burnt child loves the fire . magnetic but reckless , doesn’t respect her own life because of who she was forced to become as a little girl , w the bonus that she already assumes she won’t make it much longer due to both her vocation and what she plans to do . catch her walking along the edge of your hotel balcony’s railing , at a gala making caustic remarks at london’s 1% , telling the valet she’s your wife and taking the bugatti home , doing that thing from skyfall doing the tequila shot w a scorpion on her wrist , skinny dipping , etc .
FACTS .
her agent name is often shortened to vi or via .
has two dobermans named zeus and attila. they’re guard dogs but more importantly they are her sons. do not talk to them.
notably strong endurance. noted in her training days for finishing first in exercises or blacking out while trying. it’s perseverance rather than talent that’s taken her to the level she’s at.
great dancer and loves to do it... if you can get her out there
time with the agency currently amounts to 15 years , having begun her training shortly after her twenty-first birthday .
mentored under AGENT MALIBU as a category one / two and was slated for proper partnership upon graduation to category three . this was disrupted by the agency after they got too close , subsequently risking mission objectives .
has a particularly strong ( civilian ) working relationship with sotheby’s and the british museum . only works freelance / part - time but considered the top of her field .
WANTED RELATIONSHIPS .
the former category 3 or 4 that was responsible for training misha after the troublesome breakup with malibu , who as a result she was particularly difficult towards ( pipeline to jim hawkins and long john silver energy or still antagonistic to this day ?? up to you !! )
a category five that is somewhere between longstanding mentor and actual genuine parental figure ? like goodbye give it to me .
a rival , particularly one that is fiercely loyal to the agency . idk man but wouldn’t it be sexy for misha to know if she’s going to break all this apart , it’s going to mean a final showdown with this person
a friend or work partner that knows her intimately enough to know she’s up to something / planning something
the classic ‘ we argue until we fuck ’ dynamic or a john bender vc : sweets , you couldn’t ignore me if you tried sexual frustrationship energy
an instinctually protective friendship . neither know why they’re so raw about the safety of the other , but they become wolfish if they’re threatened
we always hook up on missions but ignore each other in real life - oh fuck there you are at the hotel bar
you ran recon on artemisia before she was brought into numbers , and still feel responsible for bringing her here
she was an innocent young throat - cutter throwback to training days energy and / or when the new kid showed up on your mission and promptly showed you up
whoever in cat 1 / 2 she’s responsible for training atm , but is doing so poorly - aka she wants to scare you away from a lifetime of this
idk but the scene in tdkr where bruce comes out and asks the valet where his car is and he says your wife took it . smashcut to misha in your luxury car on the way home while the panicked my wife ? is overheard
we accidentally ran into each other in our real lives and now it’s all banter and innuendo like a long waltz
also the scene in skyfall where moneypenny shaves bond . yoof
i don’t need you to take care of me or be concerned , i need you to come here and get fucked up with me
