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[Vicky]

[B][U][SIZE=1][CENTER]Secret Society.[/U]
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[I]?Alrigh?, so you?ll do any job s?long as it?s robbery?? He bit the end of his cigar and waited for the answer.

?Yeah. Anything, as long as we won?t get done for murder. Murders hard, robbery?s easy.? Robin replied, sitting back in his chair and putting his feet up on the men?s desk. ?Depends what it is, though. The greater the risk, higher the price. Ain?t life grand??

The man sighed, and played with his rings on his fat fingers. ?They?re moving the museum in a few weeks, so they?ll be transferring all the artefacts. There?s a bunch of coins, an? they used to belong to one of my relatives, the bastards claimed the coins for no reason, in truth it was mine.?

?Coins...? Robin laughed, and then looked back at the man in the dark with blue eyes. ?Too bad I can?t turn down a job. Doesn?t sound to risky, how much you willing to offer me??

?How much do you want??

?Anything you can offer.? Robin took his feet off the desk and put on his serious face. ?If it ain?t satisfactory, then no I can?t do the job. Secret Society don?t work for pennies, mate. You give me a good offer, I get my boys to find out everythin?, work it out then give you back the price.?

?How soon can you give me a figure??

?How soon can you give me an amount you?ll go up to??

The man sighed and rubbed his chin. ?Thirty-five thousand??

?How much are the coins worth??

?Not as much.?

?Fine. I?ll take it. I?ll be back next week with the fixed price, you betta be willin? to go a little higher, ?cause we?re not going through all the trouble for nothin?. And you betta not be liein? about these coins, if they?re worth more than so is the job.? Robin smiled like a dog, happy that he could intimidate this man. He got up from his chair, and nodded politely. ?See ya in a week, bub.?

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The Secret Society was a group of robbers, not particularly bad people, but just smart, cunning robbers. You hired them to steal something, they?d plan it out, rob what you want, collect their pay and then close the show up. They never slipped up. Everything had to be planned out carefully and nothing could go wrong, that?s why there were so many in the Secret Society. Ten, intelligent, smart and cunning robbers. Not only robbers, these people were friends in a way with each other, they never did a job on their own, they all had their own place in the Society and even though they were somewhat rebellious they knew the risk of their jobs and listened up when they had to, with the odd argument here and there.

It all started back in England, in London. At first it started off with a duo, Robert and Robin. Two master villains in London. They robbed everything they could and never got caught, and later on they became fairly rich from everything they sold. It wasn?t long until a few of their friends asked to help them, so then the first few members of the Secret Society were born. Robert and Robin decided to go for bigger jobs, so they offered their services to anyone who was willing to pay. All the big criminal names in England hired them, but always made one of their own go along to make sure the mission went well. After awhile of jobs from certain gangs and villains, a few of the villains the Secret Society worked with decided to join them, and then it became eleven members.

When Robert, the brother who helped start the Secret Society, died in a car crash, Robin took lead of the Secret Society and began to think bigger than ever. Since the Secret Society was mostly in England he wanted to expand their services across the world, so what did he do? He packed up all his stolen items, all his money, bought a few cars for the Society and advertised themselves across the world. Frequently, on the road or in hotels, they?d get a phone call for a job. Robin would go meet the person offering the job, work everything out, and then finally get their assess off to do the job. And in the end of the job, they?d always get lucky and always get paid. That?s just luck, and the jobs really need to be planned out, or else they don?t get their money and the Secret Society is lost.

?Get ready to take part in the most Secret, the most cunning, the most bizarre and strange Society of robbers you have ever seen, whoever said leading a life of crime was bad?

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Requirements:

[B]Name:
Nickname:
Age:
Nationality:[/B] Remember, the Society started in England with a few gang members joining after they were told to make sure the missions were done right, most characters will be English though I?ll allow other nationalities.
[B]Group Title:[/B] You know, like the leader (too bad that?s me), oddball, genius, fighter, troublemaker? whatever you want.
[B]Transport:[/B] The Secret Society does travel around the world, but they do stick together and have their own transport. You could be with another member in a car or something, but keep it to cars and whatnot, no jets.
[B]Weapons:[/B] Maximum of two, I?d like guns mostly.
[B]Appearance:[/B] Description or real-looking picture.
[B]Personality:
Biography:[/B] At least three paragraphs, please?

Only 9 places available since I have the first place. The best sign-up?s will get in, also I don?t want any cops of good guys in this because they?ll only be in one city whereas the Society travels around. I?ll make the Underground thread soon, but for now if you have any questions please PM me or send me an IM on either my MSN or AIM. Also, for this RPG I?m looking for a sort of Italian Job (Old one) style thing, but not as goofy and a little more realistic.

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[B]Name:[/B] Robin Stoltz
[B]Nickname:[/B] Mr. Boss (or just Boss)
[B]Age:[/B] 27

[B]Nationality:[/B] English
[B]Group Title:[/B] Bossy English Leader

[B]Transport:[/B] [URL=http://www.jroethig.de/picl/xv535s.jpg]Motorbike[/URL] [Click]
Motorbike, nice and shiny. Robin would consider it his best friend, but it also proves everyone right when they say he?s still living in the past while robbing the future. Sometimes he?ll take another person on the bike, but not often.

[B]Weapons:[/B] [URL=http://www.logicsouth.com/~lcoble/dir17/pistol.jpg]Pistols[/URL] [Click]
Twin pistols, which he keeps in his belt and under his coat, Robin only uses these when absolutely necessary (normally, someone else will pull out the gun).

[B]Appearance:[/B]
[IMG]Http://www.geocities.com/fmrbruin_la/pics/publicity_stills/Eric_Stoltz_inside.jpg[/IMG]
Robin is found most of the time wearing a long coat, dirty with dust from travelling and a black-ish grey colour. He wears a scarf most of the time, a red one, and of course in his belt, under his coat, are his two trust pistols.

[B]Personality:[/B] A funny, bossy and self-controlling guy. He was the opposite of his brother, and when taking the leadership job of the Secret Society Robin became pretty bossy with everyone when it was time for the job. Normally people would listen to him, but to get everyone to shut up he had to shout, a lot. Robin?s a nice guy often when there?s no pressure, he makes a joke now and then, makes a joke out of people and messes with peoples heads for the fun of it, but only when not under pressure. The thought of him not being in control of the Society scares Robin a little; he wants to keep it under control so they don?t get caught. During the odd breaks between jobs he lets his fellow robbers run riot around the city, but not too wildly. Robin is also said to be one of the ?plan makers? in the group and an organizer.

For jobs, Robin is always looking for any kind that pays well. He?s careful of the people he meets, cunning to mess with their heads and likes to get the most money out of them. He doesn?t like being intimidated by his dealers, therefore he intimidates them. To him, making a good deal is only good if you?re in control, and if the other person is then don?t bother. Besides all this controlling, underneath the robber, is actually a caring man who cares for his own and his brother?s creation so much that he doesn?t want it to go. He?d rather be caught then his fellows, but half of the time he doesn?t show this and make it look like he?s not bothered (which, mostly, is for a joke).

[B]Biography:[/B] Robin was the younger brother of the two famous duo robbers. Normally in robbers, Robin would be look out while Robert stole everything. He'd be the second man always because that was the way of their life. Before this, though, Robin and Robert grew up in London. They went to the same school and did the same things together, and both got good qualifacations after their school years. The two were very, very good at computer technology, so at first the just used this to scare people and hack them. One day, ideas flew into Robert's head. Ideas and cunning robbery and easily getting money without having to work for it, and idea that would change his life and his brothers forever. This was the first though of that would start the Secret Society.

They robbed a few shops at first, with things worth it. Then later they went on to big things, like money, artifacts and whatever they could get their hands onto. This formed the Secret Society, brotherly theift of the best things they could find. Too cunning for the police to catch them, the duo continued their work and smiled upon whatever they got. It wasn't long until their friends began to join in, with their strange titles and strange works, and then the first few members of the most annoying, most cunning and most strange criminal Society became reality, but the two brothers didn't want to settle for simple robbery anymore. They later got work from the local bad boys in England, the local crimincal and gangster. Not bad work, they knew it. Then of course, more members flooded in. The people who hired them wanted to make sure their job was done the way it should be, so they sent men to tag along. The men and women saw the work of the Society, and in a few years time the decided to join, leading to 11 members.

A few years later, Robert was killed in a car crash. Robin was behind his brother on the motorway, speeding towards their next task when a car swirved across the roads and hit them both, seriously injuring Robin and kill Robert. After this, Robin was going to make sure that he, more than anyone else, wouldn't let his brother down. He took leadership of the Society and of course, he was over protective. But they were okay with it, mostly... During the first mission on the 10 member Society, Robin had gotten his bike. At first every thought he was just a bit old fashioned (and still do), but Robin always said he just liked the bike and nothing more. His bike was almost like his best friend, and he rode it from town to town, country and country, and was on it, job after job.

During his whole life it was around robbery and his brother, but with him gone he had the safety of the Secret Society in his palms. He wanted to make sure they still got paid, so he decided to put on a fierce act around the dealers to make sure they didn't see him as a softy. Thus, thanks to Robin, his brother, the cunningness of them all and of course, the utter insane difference between them all the Secret Society became one of the craziest, yet coolest and bravest criminal gang ever known. And Robin intended to keep it that way.[/SIZE]

[KKC]

[size=1][color=royalblue]Motorbike... heh.

[b]Name[/b]: Domonic Burmhaman "Dom"

[b]Nickname[/b]: Squirrel

[b]Age[/b]: 25

[b]Nationality[/b]: English

[b]Group Title[/b]: The small funny guy (Flirty one)

[b]Transport[/b]: Motor[u]cycle[/u] (take that foo!) - [URL=http://witold.org/photos/motorcycle/motorcycle-031web.jpg]Click here[/URL]
Dom is always comparing his high tech and colorful bike to Robin's old cruddy looking one. He'll usually give the girl members a ride, but none of the guys.

[b]Weapons[/b]: [URL=http://www.stun-gun-cell-phone.com/cellstun.jpg]Stun Cell (like a stun gun)[/URL] and [URL=http://palettes.cool.ne.jp/svg/soubi/gun/img/kp85-01.jpg]KP85[/URL]

[b]Appearance[/b]: [URL=http://image.guardian.co.uk/sys-images/Film/Pix/gallery/2003/12/12/dominickim334.jpg]Here[/URL] and [URL=http://www.bagendinn.com/group/images/events/2003misc/c4/0227_Dominic%20Monaghan%202.jpg]Here[/URL] He's only 5'5''

[b]Personality[/b]: Dom is a very care free and wild spirited sort of man. You can almost always see him smiling (unless he's in jail) and he usually is always flirting with the ladies (even if they're a head taller than him). Although it doesn't seem like it, Dom does take his work seriously because it's all he has and if he ever loses it, he wouldn't know what to do.

Dom is called Squirrel because he's always chattering and just doesn't know when to shut up. He's also kind of... Lively like a Squirrel. He is also called Squirrel for his very small size and skill in climbing and getting into very small places or spaces.

[b]Biography[/b]: Finish later

I'll have to finish later. [/size][/color]

[Revelation]

[size=1][color=#696969][B]Name:[/B] Katrina Bandalo

[B]Nickname:[/B] Vixen

[B]Age:[/B] 23

[B]Nationality:[/B] English with a bit of Italian

[B]Group Title:[/B] La Femme Fatale

[B]Transport:[/B] [URL=http://www.motorworksperformance.com/yamaha/graphics/03r1_blk_4.jpg]Yamaha YZF-R1[/URL] - This is her baby and therefore, should anyone touch it, they will pay a price. Installed within it is a remote controlled chip and a GPS tracking system. It also has other customized items that Katrina thought was needed.

[B]Weapons:[/B]

[B]Appearance:[/B] [URL=http://alwaysgirls.com/image/800/mi...rodriguez02.jpg]Katrina[/URL]

[B]Personality:[/B] Katrina, a woman of beauty and brawn. She is not afraid to say what is on her mind and heart, nor is she afraid of many other things. She has a strong heart and a fierce will, which is far greater than most men of the Secret Society. It's strange to say that Katrina may be the only female that does not care for material items or what they look like. Katrina is known as the fearless Femme Fatale because of how she is.

At times, distant and dark, she can be apathetic and asocial, esoteric at the most. She can be almost ethereal from view, but other than that she has an exuberant personality and is quite a joy to be around. Just remember to not anger her, for is Katrina is scorned, you may turn up a dead man...or woman.

[B]Biography:[/B]

So sorry. I'll put more up later, k?[/size][/color]

[Kanata]

[COLOR=DarkoliveGreen][SIZE=1][B]Name:[/B] Steven Keeper

[B]Nickname:[/B] Keeper

[B]Age:[/B] 26

[B]Nationality:[/B] Originally from Canada but moved to England at the age of 17.

[B]Group Title:[/B] Asassin

[B]Transport:[/B] [url=http://www3.sympatico.ca/michel.schafer/Vipers/viper_83.jpg]Viper[/url]

[B]Weapons:[/B] [url=http://members.lycos.nl/ccrenegade/pics/weapons/pistolTH.jpg]Silenced Pistol[/url] and [url=http://www.visualart.ro/test/data/media/28/Dagger.jpg]Dagger[/url]

[B]Appearance:[/B] [url=http://img118.exs.cx/my.php?loc=img118&image=168ek.jpg]Here[/url] and [url=http://div.dyndns.org/art/thief.jpg]Here[/url]

[B]Personality:[/B] Keeper tries too hard to keep to himself. He doesn't let much out unless he is drunk. Which he is alot. But when he is sent in (usually to kill someone [like a guard]), he is calm and does it with style.

He likes to wear a mask (seen in first picture) when doing jis job but otherwise just likes hanging out with his fellow members. Even if he may be five feet away from them most of the time.

He is known to have a bit of a temper but that doesn't usually start any problems.

[B]Biography:[/B] I'll have to finish this part another time. ^^'[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[Kitty]

[COLOR=Blue][SIZE=1][B]Name:[/B] Lisa Ducati
[B]Nickname:[/B] Shell
[B]Age:[/B] 24
[B]Nationality:[/B] Lived in England, had an Italian father and British mother
[B]Group Title:[/B] Fighter

[B]Transport:[/B] Motorcycle - [URL=http://www.motorcyclejournal.net/models/ducati/picture/st4_blue_lateral.jpg]Clicky[/URL] [Like so many others, lol.]

[B]Weapons:[/B] [Edit later]

[B]Appearance:[/B] Lisa stands at 5'7", with very long legs. Her eyes are a teal blue, and her hair a dark, navy blue color (she dyed it, obviously). Her hair reaches down to her lower back, and she wears it in a very long ponytail, whether she's doing a job or not. Rarely does she wear it down.

Lisa wears big, dark colored t-shirts with various pictures and sayings on them. Her jeans fall far past her ankles and drag on the ground. They're usually dark as well, and never will she wear a pair of faded jeans. Her boots are basically biker boots, taken from the mens section of the shoe store. They're big, and black, and covered in laces.

[B]Personality:[/B] [Edit later]

[B]Biography:[/B] [Edit later]

-Sorry I can't finish. I've got a week of make-up to do that I had all vacation to do. ;_; -[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[RabidInuFanboy]

[B]Name:[/B] Chris Greene
[B]Nickname:[/B] Sneak
[B]Age:[/B] 20
[B]Nationality:[/B] American, has a British father
[B]Group Title:[/B] Master of Disguise
[B]Transport:[/B] Red Dodge Neon 2001 model [URL=http://alaskanautos.com/Images/2001/DODGE_NEON.jpg][Click Here For Picture][/URL]
[B]Weapons:[/B] 9mm pistol with silencer [URL=http://www.duta.co.uk/images/gunpics/pistols/92fsd.jpg][click here for picture][/URL] and fishing wire (For subduing enemies quietly and less messily)
[B]Appearance:[/B] [URL=http://www.mattrippy.net/images/headshot_cv/headshot.jpg][click here][/URL] He is 5'10" with black hair and blue eyes. He has an olive complexion.(NOTE: changes his outfits frequently to disguise himself)
[B]Personality:[/B] Chris is a pretty easy-going guy. He is a fast-driver and a hard partyer. Like others his age, he is also very naive. Sometimes he almost seems big-headed and arrogant. He likes to be cool under pressure and act like he's got things under control, even when it is clear that he does not. You will rarely ever see him freak out or get angry, but when you do, don't get in his way. Pretty much the only times he gets angry is when he is teased or when he is rattled about something.

[B]Biography:[/B] Chris was born in Chicago, Illinois to a wealthy british oil tycoon and a well respected hospital nurse. Growing up, Chris was nurtured and loved by both parents and supported when, at the young age of six, he decided he wanted to be an actor. At the age of seven, something that Chris thought was unthinkable happened, his parents split up. His father moved back to his home in England, and his mother stayed in Chicago. Torn up by this split, Chris cut himself off from the outside world, honing his skills to become a great actor while still doing his schoolwork. While practicing one day when he was 12, Chris had noticed that he had a knack for disguising himself and manipulating his voice to sound different.

At the age of fifteen, Chris's mother had decided that it was time for him to see his father again. Around Christmas of that year, his mother sent him to england to meet his father after nine long years. Needless to say, Chris was very happy to see his father again. After catching up for a week, he traveled back home. Every Christmas from then on, he traveled back to see his father.

When he was planning his usual trip to see his father at the age of 20, Chris found something peculiar on the internet. You see, Chris was growing bored with his acting career, as new as it was. He felt that he needed more excitement in his life. That's when he found the oppurtunity of a lifetime. It was called the Secret Society, a robbery group situated in England, and they needed help. Of course, he was confident in his abilities to be a scout and maybe one of the people worked on the inside. He contacted the society and offered his services and was accepted.

Chris then traveled to England and made his usual visit with his father, but to his mother's dismay, he never came back. His mother contacted his father and inquired of his whereabouts, only to find that his father didn't know where Chris was. Chris had disappeared into the darkness of the Secret Society. He swore that he would leave all traces of his past behind and start a new, more exciting life.

[Kairi]

Name: Michael Crest
Nickname: Ice
Age: 30
Nationality: American
Group Title: The Transporter...The Cleaner

Transport:
A Silver BMW 3 Series Coupé...customized of course with NOS and other ''special'' items with tinted windows and a full bullet proof window and body job. However he prefers to use it only on missions. In a casual day, he simply takes a cab or train, or just simply steals his means of transportation...

Weapons: Shotgun and a 9mm Automatic Pistol as well as a dagger.

Appearance: (basically my avator; yes I know I'm not getting creative with appearance and nickname:) but I thought it was a good fit)
With silky, soft black hair covering his blue-hazel eyes...Ice looks young for his age. Standing about 6foot; he is musclar but toned from his days in the army. He wears two silver rings...one on his left ring finger (college wedding ring) and one on his right pointer finger (family ring) as well as a silver earing in his left ear. He usually wears casual clothing; however on missions it is of course all black which is usually a tight black shirt with baggy black cargo pants with his shotgun strapped to his back and the pistol on his belt with many clips of ammo.

Personality:
Ice is both wise and intellegent. In everything he does; it is always very precise without fault. Despite how strong-willed he is...he choses a life of humility. Although he isn't the boss, he holds a high respect in the group. His leadership is undenyable...but his loyalty is unflinching. With that he is very protective of everyone in the secret society, taking them in as his own...the majority of the time being a friendly, gentle soul; but in heated times...he is a scary sight to see in battle. He is a gifted theif, viewing the world as ''his playground.'' He's also an on and off smoker...depending on his mood.

Biography:
Throughout his entire life...Michael has always been moving; always active in whatever he has done. He was raised in a very simple and stable home. His father was a commander of the Florida based navy; while his mother was a full-time mother. All throughout school he got good grades as well as playing football and basketball through college. He had many connections in school making him a very prominant student...spreading his influence all over. Everything was perfect...with him on his high pedistal above the rest.

Until one day his wife of two years died of bone cancer in his senior year from Miami University; her name was Alev. He blamed himself and decided to leave his entire life; leaving for the army...he was 23 at this time. For 5 years he was in the special forces; learning the dark arts of combat and infiltration, becoming highly trained...making many connections and contacts around the world. But yet again, Michael was dissapointed in seeing the corruption in the system. His fellow comardes dying for a cause that was not their own.

So he feel off the grid...not wanting to be in the ''spotlight'' any longer. He wanted to live his own life...to get away from the petty complications of life. Over time he found the art and precision; as well as the challenge of life of the theif. To live life by a certain code...but disconnected from the rest of society. At first he was a simple transporter for ''back ally'' deals and jobs. Then as he gained more and more of a name for himself...he was the guy all up and down the California coast line. And whenever something went down badly...he always cleaned up the mess. Whether to massacre the police or aposing force, to take a certain individual out, bodyguard...he did the ''dirty'' work.

Couple years later Michael recieved an invitation to meet with Robin ''The Boss'' of some group interested in his services. Over time he was incorperated into the Secret Society by gaining Robin's and everyones trust and has devoted himself to this line of work. He looks at the group as his family now...for his parents and relatives have now died. And his life in America over...as if he were a ghost. A ghost which the government trained him to be.

[Vicky]

[SIZE=1][B]Good, we've got nine now and need just one more to start this. However, I'd really like these sign-up's to be finished. Really.

I'd like you to check out the Underground, also, since it has the first mission in it. I made it a smaller mission and a sort of "street" type mission, however later on we'll have a more serious mission, huge robberies and whatnot, but for a start we have a nice street mission.

I'm hoping to start this by the 15th, so in roughly ten days or so. Anyone who needs to get their sign-up finish must do so before then, and I'll remind everyone there's still one place open so you should ask people if they're interested.[/SIZE][/B]

[dMage]

[COLOR=DarkGreen][FONT=Times New Roman]Name: Edel Hawke
Nickname: The Charmer (or Charming)
Age: 25
Nationality: Half Latin (Salvadorean) and half American

Group Title: the Contact

Transport: [URL=http://www.macrossrpg.com/~cm/Aston%20Martin%20Vanquish.jpg]"Vanquished" [/URL] His preferred method of transport, and the one that he uses most regularly while "on the job". But, unlike his mates, who usually stick to only one vehicle, Edel is quite often seen driving various different vehicles, renting a different one for every night, making him harder to track down, both by those men and [I]ladies[/I] who are constantly looking for him.

Weapons: [URL=http://www.greyeagletrader.com/files/575cane.jpg]"Sword Cane"[/URL] , [URL=http://www.wizards.com/d20modern/images/wl_gallery/78457.jpg]"pistol, but with skeleton grip"[/URL] The best weapon is the one that usually isn't first seen, or at least, thats what his father always told him. The cane, a family relic, holds both a small dagger and a longsword, which Edel knows how to use more than adequately. The gun, while also equally dangerous in his hands, is mostly for show, as he's usually patted down and its taken away. The sword always passes the inspection.

Appearance: [URL=http://www.wizards.com/d20modern/images/d20m_gallery/610_088190_12.jpg]The one with the shades[/URL] Edel is often dressed in a very fashionable manner. He loves looking good, but can get down and dirty with the rest of the members when necessary.

Personality: Confident, savvy, and in control. This defines Edel to a point. He deals with all types of people, helping the Society obtain what they need to get a job done, as well as finding out schematics and learning the outline of a place. Because of this, he knows how to wheel and deal with the best of them, and his witty and charming personality (as well as intelligent and resourceful nature) have often helped him get out of a jam from the worst of places. He's a ladies man, but never lets it get before the job (of course, if it goes along with it...well, why deny?) He's reliable, loyal and treats the rest of those in the group like the family that he lost. While on the job, depending on the situation, he can be meek and humble, cool and indifferent, or angry and demanding. When off the job he's more of a joker, pranking the rest of the members and just trying to enjoy the good parts of life.

Biography: Edel's father was a strong and humble man, honest in his dealings with others, and it was because of this well loved. His mother was a beautiful women, highly intelligent, but with one of the strongest tempers a woman could ever have. Many people, when they saw Edel growing up, often commented on how the boy had recieved the best from both parents, he had an infectious personality others found easy to love and respect, and was among the most attractive children in his neighberhood. He was an avid reader, and gifted with an almost photographic memory, which only endeared him more to his neighbors, as he was always able to refer to them on a first name basis.

He was a bit chubby growing up, and when one day, his father found him beat up on the street, and asked him what had happened, he replied that, after heading into a new neighberhood, some kids had started picking on him, and had then beat him up. From that moment on, his father put him into a diverse amount of activities, including kendo, fencing, and other areas of the martial arts. Edel took to these new activities with gusto, and was soon winning county and state competitions. His pudgy frame soon changed to a very toned body, and by the time he was 17, he started lifting weights, adding a lithe musculature to his lithe and graceful body. Yet, even though he was involved in various extra curricular activities, his mother never let his studies falter, and when he graduated from high school, it was cum laude and with the highest honors. He was voted Prom King, and also chosen as having the "Best Personality".

Money always being tight at home, he went to the local JC, and was soon soaring in his classes of business and communication studies. Then came the letter from Oxford. They had looked his grades over, and that along with his impressive fencing record (undefeated in all state competitions; 200-2 overall) granted him a full scholarship to the prestigious English university. Packing his bags, he said goodbye to his parents for the last time.

Oxford was wonderful, and by the end of his first semester (he was 19) he was a well known student on campus and respected by his instructors. That all changed the day the man in the white suit with the Panama hat had walked up to him in the middle of the street and had calmly taken him into a coffeshop, introducing himself as the grandfather he had never met, and to also tell him that his parents were dead. He had been a majpr player with the Mafia, he said, and when he had stepped out, they had warned him not too, and he hadn't listened. So they had killed his daughter, and her husband, and would soon come looking for his grandson.(whom they knew only by name, but not by sight) Edel, full of rage and grief, listened as his only family outlined a planned to keep him safe. He left with the old man, who soon returned to his life of crime, and taught his grandson all he could along the way. Soon, the two (now under new names) weeded out the men who had ordered the hit on their family, and laid waste to their underground empire. By this time, Edel had found that his business savvy and witty charm was excellent for the underground life, which soon became his occupation. He became a contact, a liasion who could find things, win favors, and negotiate the best deals. He left his grandfathers care and by the time he was 23, he had made more contacts and a bigger network of helpers than any other operative, and one that almost rivaled the CIA's and FBI's. He returned to his dying grandfather at this time, who told him of Robin and his secret society. He told him that his grandson only deserved to work for the best, and, having dealt with Robin in times before, had given him a good recommendation. He met up with the Boss a few days afterwards, and after more than adequately pulling off a few jobs for the group, had been inducted as a very valued member.

Edel's grandfather died a few months later, and now, the society is Edel's family, and one that he'll do anything to help and protect.
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