Name: Abadon Buer

Gender: Male

Age: 26

Appearance:

Abadon is a tall man, standing at around 6'2". He is a slender build for his heighet though and looks almost gaunt to look at. He is toned, however, and therefore can pack a punch when his speed fails him. His weapon of choice is a pair of silver handguns, the magazines he uses for which have been extended to allow almost twice the clip size.He wears dark black jeans with a white or grey close fitting tee shirt. Over this he wears a black denim jacket, tailor made to fit well and allow his fast movements, parkour being his main way of doing the jobs he gets assigned.

Personallity:

The only two people Abadon has ever cared about are him and his younger brother, Jonah, who he had trained in similar ways to the ways he had been trained in, preparing him for any disaster to come around. The thing that made the man so cold and uncaring was then his parents were killed in front of his eyes when he was 15, two robbers not taking too kindly to being interrupted when pulling a job.

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Name: Jonah Buer

Gender: Male

Age: 16

 Appearance:

Jonah is almost a complete contrast to his brother, standing at 5'8" and of a stocky build. He wears black combats with black long sleeved close fitting shirt, the shirts hugging his well built figure to avoid snags when working a job with Abadon. His weapons of choice is a tactical sub-machine gun, the only modification being the improved grip on the front to reduce recoil to almost nil.

Personallity:

Jonah does not like killing anybody unless he knows they have committed some sort of crime, or if they're working for people that have committed major crimes. This gets in the way of a lot of work the pair get offered as his elder brother would kill just about anyone if the price was right.

Que Sera Sera. Probably use 2 people.

Will edit later with some profiles. :) 

Que Sera Sera, 1 spot please =)

Name: Shattered (no known last name)

Gender: Female

Age:15

Appearance: small, slim. Tight black shirt and faded blue skinny jeans. She has long, long black hair that looks violet-blue when wet, and sharp gold eyes. Tan skin.

Personality: quiet, observative. Loyal to only herself. A brilliants fighter, often follows her heart and not her head. Stubborn.

((Rawr. Overkilled with this guy's bio. xD Just one spot... I'm happy with Talon. ^_^ Que Sera Sera!)) 

Name: Talon Nox

Gender: Male

Age: 19

Picture:

Appearance:

(Picture was just a visual refrence. xD I'm still gonna describe him.)

Talon is a bit of a small guy. He stands at 5'7" and has a very slender, but still toned body. His body type doesn't allow him to gain much muscle, but that's all he has and not an ounce of fat. He has pale skin and short, soft grey-black hair that's cut to be light and feathered. It can fall into his eyes sometimes, but doesn't mess with his vision. The only thing "off" about his looks is that his left eye is a clear blue, but his right is a dark red. It was a natural birth defect, but it tends to weird some people out and he's almost self concious about it.

During regular day light hours, he dressed like any other teenager: faded blue jeans with tears in the knees, a tight black t-shirt under a white shirt left un-buttoned, black converses, and a watch on one wrist and a white sweatband with a DC logo on it on the other. Sometimes he'll even wear glasses, although they're fake. He does attend college, but his schedule is relaxed so he can take naps in between classes. Most of his jobs are done at night or in the evening or early morning hours and he dresses more like in his picture: in solid black clothing that's well fitted so it can't be grabbed or snagged with a more open collar and his sword strapped to his back. 

Personality:

Talon seems to have an almost indifferent attitude. Nothing seems to phase him and he can remain calm and focused during any situation. No matter what kind of challenge he encounters, he'll face it or die trying. He looks out for the people he's close to, but always takes care not to get too close. He knows from experience that his friend today could be his enemy tomorrow.

Although he carries around a pistol, his weapon of choice is an old fashion katana and 11" knife for closer combat. Them combined with his speed and stealth make an excelent combination.

((Sorry for taking so long. Here is my bio)) 

Name: Ellowyn Grey

Gender: Female

Age: Nineteen

Appearance: Ellowyn is relatively attractive,in a california beach girl way. She stands at a slightly above average hight of 5'8'' and gets her tanned/fair, complection from being half black and half white. Her shiny, light brown curls have blue and pink streaks, fall just bellow her shoulders, and bounce whenever she moves her head. Her eyes are a pretty grey-ish blue, that light up whenever she laughs.  She has no visible scars except for one  faded one on the side of her left forarm from when she fell from a tree as a child. She has a rather slim body, which is considerably feminin, so she is a pretty curvacious girl. Although, she lacks in both the upper and lower departments, probably being only a B in cup size. She has a rather pretty face. She has a small nose that fits her face, and when she smiles her pink semi-full lips show off her straight white teeth. On her long legs she wears dark blue skinny jeans, which allow her model like legs to move freely helping her with speed and parkour. Elle's ear ar peirced in multiple places. She has double peircings on both ears, a cartalige peirce on her left ear, and on her right she has an industrial piercing. She wears a tight navy blue and white striped shirt, ontop of that she wear an olive green military styled jacket, which has an army patch hand sown on the left arm and a red scarf hangs losely around her neck. She also always wears her father's dogtags around her neck, she never takes them off.

Personallity: (She's kinda new so I'm working on it) Ellowyn may sometimes come across a cold seeing as she's not the friendliest person when you meet her. Although once she gets to know you she's like a ball of sunshine. She is friendly and rather crazy depending on who's she's with. Jumping off things doing dangerous stunts. She was one of those girls who was one of the guys, playing in the mud beating them up when they picked on her. She's a loyal friend to the core, alway there for you, she might not take a bullet for you but she sure as hell would try and push you out of the way.

Other: Ellowyn is very into parkour it is her main way of getting around.

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Name: Jethro Reagan

Gender: Male

Age: Twenty-Four

Appearance: Standing at an above average height of 6'3'', Jethro is a surprising good looking guy, in the bad boy sense(Although, once he opens his mouth, all thought of attractiveness disapear). He has black hair, which really has nothing special about it. Its short and just sits on his head, a typical hair cut, nothing special. Now Jethro is pretty in shape, considering the boy works out alot. Unlikesome other guys, he doesn't work out to get girls, mostly because he likes being fit. Also, he doesn't work out enough for any bulk, but he clearly has a six pack. His eyes are a clear cornflower blue which tend to stand out against his dark hair and pale skin. His mouth is always in a crooked grin, (although some might call it a sneer) which show off his white teeth and his deep dimples. The shirts he wears are normally long sleeves which shows his broad shoulders and how built he is, also he is normally always wearing a leather jackets. On his legs are dark blue jeans, simple as that. The boy also has quite a collection of tattoo's. Nothing stupid or ridiculous, like some of the biker gangs. He's more classy than that. On his upper back, he has a tattoo that says Affliction  and underneath that he has a tattoo of three dragons shaped in the trinity knot, underneath that, he has on that says Evil is just a point of view.  on the inside of his left forearm he has  another tattoo that says Carpe Diem.While on his right, along the side of his forarm it says We are our own devils; we make this world our hell.

Personallity: Now Jethro isn't what most would call nice. Sure he has his moments, but that will be quickly followed by something mean. He is the type of boy who will refuse to call a girl by her name, most likely giving her an annoying nick name or calling her a different name that starts with the same letter. He is a rather easily irritated, violent guy, not to mention head-strong. He will never back down from a fight and will most likely fight to the death, unless someone interveens. He tells thing exactly like it is, and when its rude or mean, he says 'I'm simply stating the truth, if you don't want to hear it, don't ask.' There of course is also a playful side to him. He can be rather coy at times, not to mention he makes inuendos and is the first the drop sexual jokes or pick up on them. Sure he may come across as a jerk but those who decide to stick around tend to see hs true colours. He really is a loyal friend, helping you when you fall, or kicking the guys ass who pushed you down. And although most may never see it, seeing as it is a rare thing indeed, Jethro has a soft side to him. He will do anything for a friend, even if it ment killing someone. Although he hates tears, he will be the first to ask the ever so annoying question 'Are you alright?' even though you clearly are not. And he will be your shoulder to cry on. And although its unbelievable, the boy loves kids, even though he calls them little brats and will swear that he hates them till he's blue in the face, he does. He likes small animals and children, he has some sort of maternal instinct (if that what you could call it) to protect. Oh yes, there are many layers to Jethro, do you think you can unwrap the all?

(Okay, well Serenity you put Ellowyn Grey on your second bio as well, once you fix that I'll put Jethro in the list, and now we can get started.)

Abadon eyes snapped open as he hopped to his feet, both custom pistols aimed to either side. He sniffed, his breathing already ragged due to panic. He looked over to his side, seeing his brother still lay on the ground, "Jonah! Get off your ass!"The bukier man pushed himself up, toting his SMG which was slung on his shoulder to ensure he didn't drop it. He aimed towards the treeline, a creeping suspision somehting was watching them.

"Yo Abadon, where the hell are we?" The two looked around, Abadon's pistols moving in a ful sircle, his sight snapping from one to the other.

"Haven't got a clue, bro, but I'm thinking we should get up in the trees, stay off the ground because whoever put us here must have a reason..." He shoved his guns into the back of his jeans waistband. "Plus the fact we probably arne't going to be the only ones here... And in situations like this, might be best if we find a few others..." Jonah nodded, pushing his gun back around onto his back, tightenning the strap to ensure it didn't budge during their movement.

Abadon was the first to go, sprinting to the edge of te clearing, before jumping up and catching a tree-limb, swinging from tree to tree until reaching a natural ledge in what looked like a large, oak tree. Waiting for Jonah, he surveyed the ground around his position. When his brother appeared behind him, Abadon nodded, pointing over to a clearing similar to the one they had found themselves in, "What do you think? More people over there?" Jonah nodded, before beginning to make his way through the trees to the clearing, Abadon close behind.

Dean rubbed the pain out of his head. He stood up, using a nearby tree for balance. Wait a minute, tree? Dean looked around, noticing the rustling of leaves, the grass, the dirt. "What the-?" He took a tentative step, testing his ability to walk. Alright, just a bit banged up. Dean's eyes suddenly widened. "SAM?" He yelled, fumbling with his jacket, pulling out his revolver.

"Dean?" He heard the muffled groan and looked down at a massive heap on the floor. Dean let out a sigh of relief, moving to help his moose of a brother up. "You alright?" He asked, his eyes full of worry.

"Yeah, Dean, I'm fine. Where are we?" Sam replied, looking up at the sky. "This is different, we're not on Earth." He stated, looking down at his older brother. Dean moaned.

"Not again, I freakin' hate aliens!" He flailed.

((I am such a fail XP I fixed the name thing, and finally hit post XP))

"Hey Princess wake up."

Ellowyn felt a foot kick her side. She opened one blue eye and saw an older male leaning over her. "Hey get your ass off the ground."  Ellowyn raised herself up into a sitting position and looked around the unfamiliar surroundings. They were in a forest of some kind. "Jethro where the hell are we?" she asked as she reached her hand up to the older male. He shrugged and helped her up before answering. "I have no clue." He reached for his back where he pulled out the familiar shape of his glock. He checked the magazine before placing it back in his pants. He turned and looked at the younger girl.

"What is it now?" he asked a dark eyebrow raised.

"Shh." Ellowyn's eyes were trained on the trees above. Something was wrong, other than the fact that they were in some random jungle. She looked over at Jethro. "We need to get moving. Somethings no right here." She tried to push past the taller male. He caught her arm. "Hey, what the hell Elle." He gripped her arm and stared down at her. "Jeth, something is wrong." She started looking him right in the eye. "I-I think something is watching us." She dropping her voice to a whisper and looked around. Jethro raised an eyebrow, he didn't have to say anything as it was clear on his face. He thought she was crazy.

She pulled her arm from his grasp. "Incase you haven't noticed we are in the middle of a freakin' jungle." Her voice raising defensively. She looked up at the taller man. An odd sight seeing a girl like her challenging him. He raised his arms "Hey maybe we should just think this through. We-" She raised a hand and stopped him mid sentence. "I heard something." she said as she began walking away from Jethro. The man shook his head but followed quietly behind her.

(Right, posting order as it happened, this is the order we'll post in to avoid confusion:)

• Reubin
• Chance
• Serenity
• Loki

((Sorry for poofing. o^o;))

Talon groaned as he awoke, shifting slightly on the dirt as he slowly opened his eyes. He blinked rapidly a few times in surprise when his eyes adjusted and he found he was staring at trees and brush. He shifted slightly, moving into a position where he could take in his surroundings all together without moving much.

When he determined nothing was moving around him, he pushed himself up. He had the eerie feeling he was being watched, but it was nothing of an immediate threat. He stood up carefully and brushed the dirt off himself, rolling his shoulders a few times to work out the stiffness that came from laying on the ground for a long period of time. He contined to look around cautiously, thinking things over.

It was obvious he'd been kidnapped. There was no question there. By what or who, he couldn't guess. If there were cases where his kind of people had disappeared and landed here, no one came back to tell any tales. For what, he could probably guess. Money, most likely, a personal grudge maybe. However, a regular run-of-the-mill ransom kidnapper wouldn't dump him in some odd jungle, or leave him fully armed. That was the thing that struck him as most odd. He was in his usual solid black clothing with his katana safely strapped to his back, his knife and pistol on one hip, and his pouch of bullets on the other hip. He was armed to kill and quite dangerous. All this added up to seem more like a personal grudge. Someone wanted to leave him here, exposed to eventually suffer from starvation, dehydration, and wounds from whatever dangers lurked in the shadows.

Figuring he wouldn't solve anything by just standing around, he carefully pulled out his pistol and loaded six bullets into the cartrage, snapping it back into place and spinning it. He aimed it at a tree as if to shoot but didn't, lowering it a moment later and cautiously moving silently through the brush, not making a sound, barely leaving a trace of his passing. He wasn't about to become someone or something's prey out here, but there might be others in the same situation. This was a bit... elaborate, just to torture one person.

Abadon sniffed the air, trying to see if he could pick up a scent of any exaust, maybe smoke from a factory - nothing. The air was fresh, to fresh for anywhere on earth. "Somethings telling me we aint in Kansas anymore, Dorothy." He smirked over at Jonah, who gave a slight chuckle in return.

 "No... The plant life here isn't from earth... I haven't seen half of it before, so my guess is we're quite far from Kansas." The brothers continued to move from tree to tree, still guessing avoiding the ground was their best bet. When they reached the clearing they hopped down, Jonah sniffing as he caught something, deodorant or aftershave. "Someone's been here bro, someone human." Abadon nodded, pointing towards part of the brush that had been disturbed slightly.

They followed the track, however little of one there was anyway. Deciding it probably was not a human that had done all this to them, Abadon decided tact may not be the best option, "Yo! Anyone out there?!" Jonah punch his older brother in the arm in an attempt to silence him, giving him an alarmed look. "Well if we're here, they're either going to attack us or want to work with us, and we have guns." Jonah shrugged his shoulders slightly, taking the combat knife from the side of his boot and readying it.