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Xiomar Machiavelli looked out over Venice, Italy. It had been a couple years since the disaster up on the Space Station Pandora, and he had used that time to his fullest advantage. The mission with the Canaries had earned him a get-out-of-jail early card, and he had used it. He had then wasted no time in getting his criminal organization back together. Unfortunately, some of his former contacts were now dead, and during his imprisonment some of his off-shore accounts had been found and seized. However, the dividends were turning around in his favor...things were finally running again. His first order of business was to find the man who had originally been able to put him behind bars...Dimitri Orlov. His research had lead him to a dead end...Mr. Orlov had been released from prison and had gone into Witness Protection. There was a punch in the gut though...Orlov had been one of the Canaries on the SS Pandora. Machiavelli had had the man in his power and had not taken the chance to kill him. He had an entire hacking group devoted to finding Orlov's new name and residence, so it was only a matter of time. In the meantime, Machiavelli had a scheme...a plan to change the world so dramatically that it would never be the same again. All he needed was a man who could do the dirty work without being caught...
Mark "Xenon" Wells had fallen on hard times. It had been 4 years since he had signed up for the group running the operation known only as "The Chronoproject". Xenon had despised the organization when it put him in a minor role, and as he became more integrated into the system, he had come to realize just how corrupt it was...it wasn't just altering history...it was destroying it. To this end, Xenon used every last homemade explosive he had to obliterate not only the base, but the technology, realizing that without the loss of everything the organization could simply go into the past and kill him before he blew it up in the first place. He had personally shot any survivors, then took off. Unfortunately, this drastic act made most other terrorist organizations go into deeper hiding, and Xenon had no way to get a job for his particular talents. He had used the time perfecting his ability to disguise himself, as he decided the more he went out looking like himself in public, the more likely the police would eventually catch up with him. Regardless of his unemployment, he kept one ear listening for any possible job worthy of his talents. Eventually...a job was found.
The two terrorists met in a coffee shop. The shop was not chosen at random. Xenon owned the shop under an alias, and Machiavelli had filled it with his own men. There was a love-smitten couple at a table, but they were on the opposite side of the cafe and were deemed to not be a threat. The glass was tinted and bulletproof. Machiavelli arrived before Xenon and ordered a black coffee. Shortly after, an old man wandered into the cafe and slid easily into the seat across from Machiavelli. A business discussion began, and after some serious debating and dealing, the two men came to an agreement. They did not shake hands in case anyone was watching. The various other occupants of the shop left at random intervals, and Machiavelli left in the midst of it all, leaving Xenon to ponder how best to go about the job...and how to ensure none of it would ever be traced back to him.
Two Months Later
Xenon and Machiavelli leaned back in matching leather chairs in the executive office of one of Xenon's many office buildings, this one located in New York City. Every window had been somehow designed to discourage attacks, and there was no security force better trained than the one that protected the place. The men generally didn't come together, as their respective roles were very different. However, things were ready to advance to the last stage, and there were plans to be made and put into action. The world would never know what hit it...and it would never be the same.
The Story
You have the background. How will you choose to play? Perhaps a member of an intelligence squad, attempting to find out if Machiavelli is on the straight and narrow like he "promised" upon his release, despite him being a huge criminal prior to his incarceration? A member of either Machiavelli or Xenon's team? A civillian, completely unaware of any shady dealings? The choice is yours.
The Rules
1. All Campfire Stories rules apply here. That should go without saying.
2. This story is OP driven, meaning my word is final. I'll be creating other NPCs to keep the rest of the characters from accidentally doing something that isn't allowed. Taking a leaf from Alawa's book, I'll send you a PM if there's something that needs to be fixed.
3. If you are intelligence, remember that Xenon is hardly known by the intelligence agencies. Unlike Machiavelli, Xenon takes pride in his anonymity, and works tirelessly to preserve it. Some snippets obviously will have come to an agency, but Machiavelli will be the original prime target.
4. Have fun! This RP will hopefully challenge your intellect as well as your writing skills as you attempt to discover what the plan is and how to either help or stop it.
The Character Sheet
As per my own personal style, my character sheet is what I consider the "classic" style. However, anything that pops up inexplicably will receive a PM asking to remove it...no one can do everything.
Name:
Gender:
Nationality:
Age:
Occupation: (valid for all possibilities)
Location: (valid only for intelligence or henchman. Citizens are in NYC)
Description: (both physical and personality (personality can be in bio if easier))
Equipment: (not for citizen)
Bio:
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Name: Xiomar Machiavelli
Gender: Male
Age: 34
Nationality: Italian
Occupation: Mastermind
Location: Currently an office building in New York City
Description: 6' exactly, slight frame but slightly muscular, cropped gray hair, usually has a brooding look on his face.
Equipment: Almost anything is at his disposal
Background: Xiomar is a fairly cold individual. He is blunt, emotionless, and considers himself above all other humans. He was the head of a crime organization in Italy for several years (all the members were as young as him) and did well for himself...until one of his members turned on him. Xiomar then found himself in prison. His hair soon began to turn gray, making a stark contrast between his youthful face and his hair. He was released after a successful mission with the Canaries group, and quickly regrouped his organization. Xiomar is a plotter, a schemer, a liar, and a trickster. He lays plans that are completely failproof and then ensures they follow through. He is a behind the scenes kind of guy, preferring to work in a command room than actually go out and contribute. He prefers to be called by his last name as he feels it puts him in the same lines as the famous Niccolo Machiavelli, making him even more feared...in his mind at least. He only listens to his mind, never his heart.
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Name: Mark "Xenon" Wells
Gender: Male
Nationality: American
Age: 34
Occupation: Head Strategist/ Co-Mastermind
Description: Long brown hair, constantly frowning, medium height and build. Glasses. Quiet, withdrawn, utterly ruthless.
Equipment: His "silver" tongue, various disguises (think Jackson from David Baldachi's "The Winner"), personally made computer (complete with security so tight Apple and Windows don't have it yet), locket (complete with picture, but of what is unknown), all of Machiavelli's resources, plus his own men.
Bio: Mark has an incredibly high IQ. From an early age he was well ahead of his peers. However, he was born into a poor family, so college was an impossibility. After a tragic accident, Mark vanished into thin air. When he re-emerged from wherever he went, he had become a master of planning just about anything and had adopted the name Xenon since those with his talent were scarce, like the element he was named for. Xenon started taking on any job that paid well enough, and has a perfect track record. He operates his missions in a signature style. He doesn't tell anyone the whole plan, only their part in it. He does this since it simplifies the operation, as no one questions if the others are doing their part. They do their job and get out. Xenon is also known for his lack of morals. His plans are often illegal and dangerous. Oftentimes he has someone go somewhere that ensured they will be killed...the "bait" strategy. He also often kills the men he hired after the job is over with the idea that he then gains more money. He's surprisingly ruthless for someone so quiet. Recently he has taken to never showing his true face or body in public, using a disguise so clever it's nigh on impossible to realize it's not real. Socially he is incredibly awkward, saying almost nothing not related to the job on hand.
(Woo! My longest, and in my opinion, best intro ever...hope you all like the idea!)
Mark "Xenon" Wells had fallen on hard times. It had been 4 years since he had signed up for the group running the operation known only as "The Chronoproject". Xenon had despised the organization when it put him in a minor role, and as he became more integrated into the system, he had come to realize just how corrupt it was...it wasn't just altering history...it was destroying it. To this end, Xenon used every last homemade explosive he had to obliterate not only the base, but the technology, realizing that without the loss of everything the organization could simply go into the past and kill him before he blew it up in the first place. He had personally shot any survivors, then took off. Unfortunately, this drastic act made most other terrorist organizations go into deeper hiding, and Xenon had no way to get a job for his particular talents. He had used the time perfecting his ability to disguise himself, as he decided the more he went out looking like himself in public, the more likely the police would eventually catch up with him. Regardless of his unemployment, he kept one ear listening for any possible job worthy of his talents. Eventually...a job was found.
The two terrorists met in a coffee shop. The shop was not chosen at random. Xenon owned the shop under an alias, and Machiavelli had filled it with his own men. There was a love-smitten couple at a table, but they were on the opposite side of the cafe and were deemed to not be a threat. The glass was tinted and bulletproof. Machiavelli arrived before Xenon and ordered a black coffee. Shortly after, an old man wandered into the cafe and slid easily into the seat across from Machiavelli. A business discussion began, and after some serious debating and dealing, the two men came to an agreement. They did not shake hands in case anyone was watching. The various other occupants of the shop left at random intervals, and Machiavelli left in the midst of it all, leaving Xenon to ponder how best to go about the job...and how to ensure none of it would ever be traced back to him.
Two Months Later
Xenon and Machiavelli leaned back in matching leather chairs in the executive office of one of Xenon's many office buildings, this one located in New York City. Every window had been somehow designed to discourage attacks, and there was no security force better trained than the one that protected the place. The men generally didn't come together, as their respective roles were very different. However, things were ready to advance to the last stage, and there were plans to be made and put into action. The world would never know what hit it...and it would never be the same.
The Story
You have the background. How will you choose to play? Perhaps a member of an intelligence squad, attempting to find out if Machiavelli is on the straight and narrow like he "promised" upon his release, despite him being a huge criminal prior to his incarceration? A member of either Machiavelli or Xenon's team? A civillian, completely unaware of any shady dealings? The choice is yours.
The Rules
1. All Campfire Stories rules apply here. That should go without saying.
2. This story is OP driven, meaning my word is final. I'll be creating other NPCs to keep the rest of the characters from accidentally doing something that isn't allowed. Taking a leaf from Alawa's book, I'll send you a PM if there's something that needs to be fixed.
3. If you are intelligence, remember that Xenon is hardly known by the intelligence agencies. Unlike Machiavelli, Xenon takes pride in his anonymity, and works tirelessly to preserve it. Some snippets obviously will have come to an agency, but Machiavelli will be the original prime target.
4. Have fun! This RP will hopefully challenge your intellect as well as your writing skills as you attempt to discover what the plan is and how to either help or stop it.
The Character Sheet
As per my own personal style, my character sheet is what I consider the "classic" style. However, anything that pops up inexplicably will receive a PM asking to remove it...no one can do everything.
Name:
Gender:
Nationality:
Age:
Occupation: (valid for all possibilities)
Location: (valid only for intelligence or henchman. Citizens are in NYC)
Description: (both physical and personality (personality can be in bio if easier))
Equipment: (not for citizen)
Bio:
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Name: Xiomar Machiavelli
Gender: Male
Age: 34
Nationality: Italian
Occupation: Mastermind
Location: Currently an office building in New York City
Description: 6' exactly, slight frame but slightly muscular, cropped gray hair, usually has a brooding look on his face.
Equipment: Almost anything is at his disposal
Background: Xiomar is a fairly cold individual. He is blunt, emotionless, and considers himself above all other humans. He was the head of a crime organization in Italy for several years (all the members were as young as him) and did well for himself...until one of his members turned on him. Xiomar then found himself in prison. His hair soon began to turn gray, making a stark contrast between his youthful face and his hair. He was released after a successful mission with the Canaries group, and quickly regrouped his organization. Xiomar is a plotter, a schemer, a liar, and a trickster. He lays plans that are completely failproof and then ensures they follow through. He is a behind the scenes kind of guy, preferring to work in a command room than actually go out and contribute. He prefers to be called by his last name as he feels it puts him in the same lines as the famous Niccolo Machiavelli, making him even more feared...in his mind at least. He only listens to his mind, never his heart.
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Name: Mark "Xenon" Wells
Gender: Male
Nationality: American
Age: 34
Occupation: Head Strategist/ Co-Mastermind
Description: Long brown hair, constantly frowning, medium height and build. Glasses. Quiet, withdrawn, utterly ruthless.
Equipment: His "silver" tongue, various disguises (think Jackson from David Baldachi's "The Winner"), personally made computer (complete with security so tight Apple and Windows don't have it yet), locket (complete with picture, but of what is unknown), all of Machiavelli's resources, plus his own men.
Bio: Mark has an incredibly high IQ. From an early age he was well ahead of his peers. However, he was born into a poor family, so college was an impossibility. After a tragic accident, Mark vanished into thin air. When he re-emerged from wherever he went, he had become a master of planning just about anything and had adopted the name Xenon since those with his talent were scarce, like the element he was named for. Xenon started taking on any job that paid well enough, and has a perfect track record. He operates his missions in a signature style. He doesn't tell anyone the whole plan, only their part in it. He does this since it simplifies the operation, as no one questions if the others are doing their part. They do their job and get out. Xenon is also known for his lack of morals. His plans are often illegal and dangerous. Oftentimes he has someone go somewhere that ensured they will be killed...the "bait" strategy. He also often kills the men he hired after the job is over with the idea that he then gains more money. He's surprisingly ruthless for someone so quiet. Recently he has taken to never showing his true face or body in public, using a disguise so clever it's nigh on impossible to realize it's not real. Socially he is incredibly awkward, saying almost nothing not related to the job on hand.
(Woo! My longest, and in my opinion, best intro ever...hope you all like the idea!)
