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Name: Raize
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Species: Canine
Orientation: Straight
Career: Lead Assassin for the NSP

Personality: Temperamental, unbearably rational, thoughtful, withdrawn, patient, hopeless romantic, rebellious, sarcastic

Often described as: Bitter and downright unpleasant

Eyes: Green
Body type: Muscular, tall, very lean

Likes: Old style ice cream shoppes, science, charcoal art, fine dining, competitions, nightlife, and airplanes

Dislikes: Tattoos, TV, close minded people, ignorance, being told what to do, his father

Parents: Damon and Jenna
unwillingLover: Jerome.


A lil tid bit: Raize is the eldest son of Damon Deaugras, a retired elite assassin. In his time, he was that of (and still is) legends. Part of an elite team of 6 hand chosen individuals, they were all known as the deadliest weapons. Today, he is highly revered (so much so that Raize changed his last name when he was 18), and practically worshipped as the only individual still living after The Final Code.

The Final Code: Top secret mission the elite were sent on. Only Damon came back. The others....well thats Classified information

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Misery is a funny thing.

For some the mere presence of such a feeling is undeniable, unreachable, and maddening. Others may erase the existence of it with an intricate mask of ignorance, thus creating a false world of safety and contentment. In this safe world, some will do nearly anything if it means they're haven can remain intact.

But denial and safety come with a price, almost always paid in blood.

This notion had never occurred to me. Even if it had, chances are I wouldn't have cared. The spilling of blood (most of all, my own) meant nothing to me.

In some ways it wasn't even mine to worry about. Nothing ever had been. For so long I had lived in my father's shadow and his life. Somewhere down the road I had stopped caring about the control he held over me, and the life I was never allowed to live.

Until she came.

It's always a woman that throws things off track and sends you realing, wondering what the hell happened. The worst part was, in some ways I felt that she knew exactly what she was doing and had enjoyed my entire struggle.

Then again, I'm getting ahead of myself.

- - - -

Pink fabric against white

Watching in annoyance, Frostcut (and his terribly feminine pink scarf) skipped out the automatic doors without a further word. Closing my eyes momentarily for comfort, I turned back to the endless bookshelves panned out in front of me.

"Keep your head low boys, and you just may come home alive"

Those had been The Boss's exact words, and every since hearing them two days ago I couldn't help but muse at how pointless this entire assignment had the potential of being.

I had only arrived in the ShadowGlen this morning. The community was small, and gated in to keep out anyone unwanted. Their had long been legends throughout the NSP that here in solitude, an unnamed deadly presence that even The Boss feared lived.

Some say he's an executive that got discharged for being too homicidal. The more paranoid believe that the remaining members of the Elite were here, and wouldn't bother being found.

I of all people knew all to well how little that chance was.

I turned just in time to see her exiting the Starbucks across the street. She moved with unusual grace, and her poise seemed almost theatrical. Crossing the street without the tiniest of glances, I couldn't help myself from amazement as traffic parted like the sea I had once read about in some distant fairy tale.

She entered the store in much the same way. Eyes ahead and sipping her coffee, she held every eye in the room and moved as if she was the only person on earth. I was far from being the only person to notice this. The others however, seemed to keep there awe in check with a thick mask of reverence and something so close to fear it made unease wash through me.

Who could have guessed that when she passed by me, for the tiniest second her eyes would flicker over me? She recovered quickly however, making her way to the mystery section without a trace of mortality. Leaving me in the psychology department, unsure if I had imagined the entire thing.

I made my way towards her. Eyes trained on a small shelf of books just behind her, I attempted my best at casual passing. All I wanted was a small look.

"I've heard that you've been asking around for me"

Her voice, not at all what I imagined it to be, came out cool and easy. She seemed to find it simplistic to act as if we'd always known each other. Her eyes, however, only strayed from the book in her hands a few times. Just enough to know that I had been listening. I stopped short, allowing myself a full on glance to take in her sleek form. She was thin, dainty almost in the true essence of old world beauty. It was hard not to notice.

Even harder not to show yourself noticing.

"H-have we met?" I asked, struggling to form words. Surely she couldn't have me confused with someone else. The Shadowglen was small, the perfect example of a tight knit community. No. She knew I was outsider.

I could tell by her stance.

"No" She offered, her voice crisp "But word gets around when someone new arrives" This time she looked at me, and her smile showed genuine laughter. There was something underneath it, however. "But I have heard that your asking around for who's in charge"

I didn't miss a beat: "I am. Do you know where I can find him?"

True laughter escaped her throat now. Throwing her arms out to her side, she made a grand gesture before speaking. Which gave me the perfect view of curves, sleek legs, and a plunging neckline that she proudly sported. For a moment, it almost didn't matter what was going on around us.

Until she spoke, that is.

"That would be me" She said, and though her smile was genuine, and her stance showed her to be open, her voice remained icy. As if she knew the reasons behind my visit. Regardless, she offered her hand and I took it lightly. Her grasp was firm, demanding. "I'm Jerome. Founder of the Shadowglen"

"Raize"

"I know" She said. I was at a loss for words again. Of course she knew by now who I was. If the rumors had been true, then she would have definitely been keeping tabs on both me and Frost since we had arrived.

She was walking away before I could protest.

Leaving me to make my way towards the register. Once the line had finally diminished, and I was at the front, I caught yet another glimpse of her. Now she sat in the back corner, watching over the store discreetly while immersing herself in a large book. Her coffee still in hand, she seemed content.

I didn't miss the moment her eyes rested on me.

In one sweeping motion, I reached for the rack situated on the counter. Usually the section where most stores advertised candy or other junk, instead I found a small lineup of bookmarks. My eyes caught one in specific, advertising the bright blues of the ocean. I picked it up, placing it with my book without a second though. Upon paying for my things, I borrowed a pen to scribble a line of numbers on the back before striding towards her.

She was in charge after all. And The Boss had ordered I speak with those in charge...

Her eyes followed me, watching as I approached and set the brightly colored bookmark inside her open book. For a moment, she looked down to analyze it. She flipped it, reading the numbers I had written in messy scrawl.

"How bold" She commented.

I was already walking away.

- - - -

In any relationship, once three simple words are spoken everything changes. Whether it be for the good or the bad, the inevitable is that change will happen. Because proclaiming your love for someone aloud - well that's different.

Awkward when they don't love you back.

Worse when you know they do, yet they push you away anyways.

Not that I needed to be pushed, feelings aside once The Boss called for me to leave, it had to be done. So it was willed that I pack up and allow the Shadowglen to fall behind me. My mission here was over.

She never even said good-bye

What she had said was far stranger. Because she knew that once I was gone, it was forever. I never had disclosed to her what I did for a living, or even how dangerous it was to harbor thoughts of forever with her. Dangerous for not only myself. Yet somehow she knew.

The thought that she understood everything so clearly, and took it all so well did leave me at unease. More than once I wondered if she could be what we had been sent to find all along. Maybe some higher intelligence was hidden within the Shadowglens. But not her. She was too kind, too gentle. She could never comprehend the tragedies of the life I had lived. This girl- had never seen death

Yet I walked among it, and caused it- daily.

"We'll meet again" she assured me, stone faced. Her palm placed flat against my chest, not as a symbol of kindness. She was keeping me arms length away. I was allowed no closer. Since my proclamation, it had been this way.

Strained.

"Only this time you won't like me so much"

I shook my head at the absurdity. I couldn't comprehend what she meant. If only I had listened. "That's impossible. You know it. I'm leaving tomorrow Jer"

Her face remained as stone. Unease took hold.

"I'll miss you"

"Save it"

She turned on her heel. I knew it would be my last time to see her walking away.

- - - -

If only I had listened

"Kill her"

She had been trying to warn me.
She knew all along.
I couldn't do it.
Wouldn't.

"Raize" he repeated, his raspy breath echoing through my head. I pressed my hand against the earpiece, wishing that I would wake up. This had to be a dream.

We were the good guys.

"Raize did you hear me?" "Are you listening?" "Kill her!" He growled, every word becoming more demanding, the doom becoming eminent. "NOW RAIZE!"

We didn't kill innocent people.

"Now Raize?" she repeated coolly, as if she could hear his words as well. Even though the darkness shrouded her, even I could see the look on her face. Cold anger, alongside rage.
But underneath it was regret. Which did nothing to the way she grasped her weapon closely, raising it high enough so it would glint in the light. Beside her, was a man.

No. Not a man at all.

A corpse

"Do you miss me now?"

- - - -

One must die to save the other
Their only common ground-
Was their love for one another