Assume
Supernova
- Joined
- Oct 27, 2012
For as long as he could remember Anthony Beckinsale's job was to kill people. He would receive a mission and a target, and was always equipped with the weapons and gadgets needed to complete the mission. Of course he would be informed about why the target was being killed, but for him he couldn't care less. After all this was his job, it was what he was born to do. All that was required was the skill needed to use everything that was given to him. And he had a lot of skill, so much that he was always given the top A listed missions. Indeed he was the best out of everyone at the organization. No one could compete with him. Well, except for one person. His sister, and oddly enough the only woman whom he had ever had feelings for. It was weird he knew, after all they were related. But his sister was the only girl he had ever knew who could keep up with him, mostly because they trained since the day they could walk. In his head though, she would still always be second rank to him. But being that they were siblings, he never expressed his true feelings for her. Instead he would always put her down, showing and proving that he was the better assassin.
in his room he was laying on his bed as he played with his switchblade. The organization provided him with a rather large room and a lot of things inside it to keep him entertained while he was waking for his next missions. Getting up from his bed, he went over to the table where he would usually eat. Picking up an apple he used his blade to carve out a piece, as he started to munch on it. Turning on the t.v. he decided to check the news. Usually he would look at it to see what was going on in the world. Wearing his dark leather work pants, and a white tank top he walked to his chair as he sat down. "Couldn't these cheap bastards have brought me a bigger t.v.?" Anthony sighed, he always thought that because he was the best he deserved to have the best. He was cocky, but he had a reason too after he was the best.
in his room he was laying on his bed as he played with his switchblade. The organization provided him with a rather large room and a lot of things inside it to keep him entertained while he was waking for his next missions. Getting up from his bed, he went over to the table where he would usually eat. Picking up an apple he used his blade to carve out a piece, as he started to munch on it. Turning on the t.v. he decided to check the news. Usually he would look at it to see what was going on in the world. Wearing his dark leather work pants, and a white tank top he walked to his chair as he sat down. "Couldn't these cheap bastards have brought me a bigger t.v.?" Anthony sighed, he always thought that because he was the best he deserved to have the best. He was cocky, but he had a reason too after he was the best.