Their truth will be revealed... Eventually (closed)

[Asa]

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If the past 400 years had taught him anything it was that no matter how hard you try to avoid it every race... every tribe... every land would feel the devastation of war deception and evil. There was no utopia... not any more... not since the humans were given primary power in a foolhardy attempt to end the struggling and strife and with that the Ancient races the Gods and Goddesses allowed themselves to fade into the shadows. They still walk the realms but few have the sight to know who they are anymore.

Events though were changing and the races and realms were reawakening and seeking the powers of old once more their weapon of choice once more was...

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Alexandra Grey

She had still not awakened yet her "mortal job" revealed to many that somewhere she knew what she was deep down.

To the mortals she was a deep cover agent capable of completely becoming the required person as if they had always existed. When needed her ability to eliminate the enemy without a trace was never questioned but greatly demanded. Centuries ago they had been assigned together but when factions realized he would not kill her if needed to protect whoever held power from her rage they were turned on each other to the death no one realizing that death would refuse them as death feared her. A pact was made and death joined forces with the sun priests and cleared their minds of each other then cast them to the ends of the realms.

Now their paths cross again as factions disguised as humans seek to manipulate her powers and leave her lost in her "mortal life". He had no idea it was her until...
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Director Jacobs I work along you know that. That was our deal when I agreed to sign back on. Now you say I have to have a handler and of all people you make it agent Laurent who nearly got me killed on countless occasions. What is the threat so great you are willing to go back on our agreement?

Alexandra growed trying to maintain her calm.

The director looked at her straight faced revealing nothing as he spoke.

My bosses orders I tried to go to bat for you on this but they don't understand how you can do what you do and they really don't trust who you are going to have to become for this deep cover operation in Europe.

Alexandra looked to the file her new "handler" Sabrina Laurent handed her. Reading it carefully she smiled.

You didn't tell me I would have to sink back down into the decadent depths of the Countessa.

Her eyes flickered and shimmered. She loved being the Countessa... wealth... power... devious mystery... with an entire country willing to protect her at any cost.

Agent Laurent glared at getting saddled with this psychological freak show.

We have added to her profile to help bring her a little more into the current times outside of her compound. At the request of an old business partner the Countessa has made a contribution to assist a new security system creation and she...

You mean me... that is how th I works agent Laurent... the Countessa is me so whatever you have added is added to me.

You... she growled... have also been involved in travel to regions that no one can get access to. Rumors are that you have so very damming dirt on the governments that have let you travel to this locations. You have also bought some entertaining locations throughout Europe. I leave those reasons to you. You plane leaves in an hour.

No agent Laurent your plane does... the Countessa has a private jet sitting and a pilot on call 24/7 at an undisclosed airport. See you if I must in London and dear do try not to get me killed.

With that Alexandra walked out of the room already falling deep into the Countessa persona.

Sabrina looked to the director.

You are walking a fine line Monk. They will never be paired up again and my orders are clear if they ever near each other or show signs of remembering... she dies. Why does a holy sect care about a being created solely to kill through deception and masquerade?

He looked at her unphased.

I could ask you the same thing but I already know your reasons for trying to get her killed and I know even with his memory wiped he refused you again.

With that Sabrina stormed out of the office to catch her flight to London.

 

[Anakin20]

He had pushed people away forever. Once he figured out that he stopped aging around age 30. He had to, he just couldn't watch his friends, his family, his loved ones, all pass on.
He faked his death, but stuck around to watch and protect them. Soon, they passed, and he was truly alone.

So he became the night. He became an assassin.

Frost, as he was only known, was a master of the shadows, deadly with a blade and a bow. As time passed, it became a crossbow, then a rifle, then a sniper rifle...
Hiding became more difficult, too, because of technology, but he mastered that, too, using his waking hours (roughly 20 per day) to learn the gadgets and how to defeat them. He was easily the most knowledgable expert on the planet.
And very good at his job. He researched his clients, and hand picked the ones he would work for. He kept balance in the world. Never picking too many from one side or the other.
And he was not ostentatious, he was invisible. That's what made him who he was.
He watched Sabrina storm from the office to the car to the airport, and he followed in his nondescript sedan. More than likely, he would take her out before she made the plane. For a distance that almost no man could target one person.
Almost.

 

[Asa]

His employer was human and knew only the Countessa was an interest to the American government. He contacted the one he knew only as Frost.

I gather Intel was correct... the Americans... they are hunting one of my people?

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Sabrina truly wished that they would simply let her destroy the weapon once and for all. They never should have let both of them live. The mortals were too petty and unpredictable and were too irrational to understand the true power of such a weapon much less if he ever remembers her and tries to reawaken her mind to her true existence.

 

[Anakin20]

He would easily make his perch long before she would reach the plane. His ruthless attention to detail made the actual carrying out of his hits almost effortless. The effort was in the preparation.

He reached his CheyTac M100 rifle, and his vantage point was roughly 2 km away, close to the end of the weapon's range. He had the wind variants, he had the whole thing already calculated. He would just aim, adjust for the coriolis effect, and kill his target. There wasn't any other outcome.

He did some deep breathing, settled in...waiting.

The car rolled up to a stop at the foot of the plane. He'd have a few seconds to take the shot. Best when she first alighted from the vehicle.

The door opened, and following the first grunt, she stood, looking around...looking his direction.
He paused...then suddenly it hit.

It was like his brain had been split open...the pain searing. He saw visions swimming before his face. A man in a red cowl with red eyes. Women...naked women...holding aloft children as he came by. The man...picking them? What was this? One of the naked women he recognized, but he didn't know how...
The scene changed...training...children...a boy with his cold grey/blue eyes...a girl with sparkling gold/hazel eyes and dark hair...sitting facing each other...hands intertwined...chanting?
A river of blood...skulls crushed under booted feet...the pain grew in his head...blinding...searing...he couldn't stand it

It stopped...he dizzily looked through his scope at the woman, who smiled as if she saw him 2km away...and boarded the plane. He failed.

He looked down at his calculations in his small notebook. Scrawled is a mockery of his penmanship was a name he had never uttered before

"Alexandra"