Hélios Vieyra

Male | 24 | Human | Assassin

| Nickname(s) |

Diávolos - Translates to Devil in Greek

| Mafia |

Sicilian Mafia

| Sexuality |

Straight

| Appearance |

Standing at a towering height of 6ft 5in, Helio views the world quite differently. Meaning he sees the tops of just about everyone's head. He is extremely fit, and workouts on the daily. Therefore, Lio's back muscles, biceps, chest, abdomen, quads, and calfs are muscular and defined. His body shape is like a reversed triangle, with wide broad shoulders and a slim waist. He has obvious veins that line his large hands and arms. His large hands are rough and calloused. By no means is he a body builder, but one look at him, one can tell he works out. Due to his Greek heritage, he is naturally medium tan. The man has clear, blemish free skin.

Helios' facial features are sharp and defined just like his body. He has hollowed cheeks, paired with high cheek bones. His jawline sharp, with stubble. Having broken his nose on a few cases, leaves it slightly crooked. Before, he had a straight ethnic nose. His eyebrows are thick and angular, but have a good shape for his face. They also seem slightly unkempt and have a slight arch at the end. His eyes are rather hooded, adding to his intimidating looks. He has thick, long, curly lashes that line his hooded eyes. Having Greek in his blood, meant strong hair growth. His eyes are a fiery orange amber, with hues of light brown. He has rather plump rosy pink lips, for a male. Lio has very prominent dimples, but they seem to never see the light of day, as he doesn’t smile.

Lio has a full head of jet black hair. His hair texture being soft curls. His hair is a little bit longer than shoulder length. He usually keeps it in a messy man bun, with a few strands falling out. His bangs tend to fall into his eyes. He has many tattoos. The most prominent tattoo is a strange symbol on the right side of his neck. He has a sleeve of tattoos on his right arm. The tattoos leak into his back, over his shoulder blade, as well as the right side of his chest and down his abdomen. He has a few piercings, such as a small nose hoop. His ear lobes are pierced and he usually has small silver hoops. His helix is also pierced. He has many scars that litter his skin. The most obvious one is the scar like slash that goes over his left eye. It cuts into his left eyebrow, leaving a scar instead of where his hair is suppose to grow. The scar ends an inch below his left eye.

When on a job, Lio wears all black. This consists of a black ski mask, black t shirt, hoodie, jeans, and black military boots. The only contrast is a dark red silk bandanna he wears to cover his lower half of his face. Even though his ski mask covers his whole face. It's the type that has an oval opening over the eyes.

| Personality |

Dark | Cold | Ominous

The man is as stubborn as a bull, as well as fearless. Which makes him rather reckless. He is more than willing to barge into a room full of dangers, rather than finding a different plan that avoids the danger. In a way, he is an adrenaline junky. He likes the danger factor in any possible mission. The idea of every waking day being his last excites him. He is very much the type to ignore a well thought out plan and go with his quicker version.

Many factors of his life have made him emotionless and numb. Numb to death, misery, torture, whatever it was, it simply has no effect on him. If he ignored the problem long enough maybe it would go away. The man has a hard time expressing anything at all, other than anger of course. He lives everyday with a deep scowl plastered on his handsome features. At times it seems the man is incapable of smiling or laughing.

Helio approaches the world in a very serious manner. Focusing more so on the task at hand rather than others feelings. Lio doesn't care for giving good first impressions. He didn't care if people murmured behind closed doors about what an asshole he was. He had better things to deal with. He couldn't care for how "unlikable" he was. He wasn't here to impress people, or be their friend. Other than being a asshole up front, the man has many talents and skill to bring to the table. One could hate him, but there was no denying the intelligence the man held. And if they had such an issue with him, they could bring it up to him and he'd show them he wasn't one to mess with. Call him a bully. He doesn't let people walk over him.

Helio isn't an asshole right out the get go, its when people push for answers to his mysterious self. Then at that point he shows his true colors. He prefers to just watch from a distance, although with his hulking size doesn't help with that, nor his intimidating looks. As he is usually the first thing people notice when stepping into a room. He is usually silent, until spoken to. Preferring to keep his ideas and thoughts to himself. Then again he'll give short answers, maybe even snapping at you if one pushes his buttons. Seeing as he can be a hot head and tends to take things the wrong way very quickly.

When it comes to his relationships, he simply has none at all. More so only having acquaintances and never letting it get past that. So no one truly knows him. He doesn't have friends, only people who know of him, as he refuses to let people get close. He was by no means a flirt or charming. Rather women flocked to him seeing as he had good qualities when it came to his physical appearance. The thing was one had to be a different breed of unique for him to even bother being even slightly curious about, or even noticing their existence.

| Strengths |

- Physical Strength

- Hand to hand combat

- Skilled with many firearms

- Versatile

- Street smarts

| Weaknesses |

- Is reckless the majority of the time

- His stubbornness/won't ask for help

- Has PTSD that can be triggered at times

- Lacks patience

- Inability to work with others

| History |

Helios was born in Samothraki, Greece. A small island just off the coast of Greece. Growing up, all Lio knew was poverty. He was bounced around from the island to the mainland of Greece, Spain, Italy, Romania, Serbia, Bulgaria, Slovakia, Ukraine, and Russia. He had no say in where he went. With each country came a new experience, either that be good or bad.

Lio learned many languages. He wasn't fluent in most, but could get by with what he knew. He was only truly fluent in Greek, Romanian, and Russian. Since he is fluent in Russian, understanding other Slavic languages such as Ukrainian, Slovak, Bulgarian, and Serbian were made easier to speak, as well as understand.

The only way to truly describe Helio's wild life is to imagine living through 60 years worth of events in the mere 24 years he's been alive.

Name:

Jemma Broadstone

“The Black Dove”

Age:

23 Years

Gender:

Female (She/Her)

Sexuality:

Straight

Mafia:

Di Salvo

Role:

Assassin

Appearance:

Jemma is the definition of a feminine figure. Her lean and curvy form makes for an attractive build that most men can’t keep their eyes off of. The lack of muscle tone it possesses gives her more of a soft and unassuming appearance to her already attractive form. Honestly, one could almost say that she is scrawny if not for the curves. Her smooth, medium tan complexion adds to this look, giving a silky touch to her already gentle tone. Her 5’7” stature can be a bit off putting at times – especially when granted to ability tower over some men. It can, at times, make her stand out in a crowd (much to her displeasure). Then again, with how large some men in her environment can get, being above the average size has its advantages. Though, the gentleness of her form all but makes up for the off-putting nature her stature can bring. Her posture, on the other hand, reeks of power and playful maturity. A tantalizing aura that dares anyone to try their hand at playing her game. She typically doesn’t mind these games, but when she is not as appreciative.

The woman’s facial features are nothing short of stunning. Her head is an ovalish-shape with slightly defined cheekbones – set towards the middle of her face. Her eyes a shimmering hazel in hue, starting as a light ring of amber around her pupil before fading into greenish-gray. Another ring of amber surrounds the eye towards its outer edges but does not connect to the white of the eye. Specs of amberish-brown can be seen throughout the eye, acting like a sort of glitter under the right light. These eyes are partially hooded and upturned, giving her an almost permanent glare-like look. However, this glare is never harsh unless she makes it so. Her lips are naturally pinkish in color, matching well with her tan skin tone. Though, besides they’re color she doesn’t consider them anything special. Framing her face are long, slightly curly ombre umber locks that stop midway down her back. The hair starts out dark before quickly fading to a reddish tone of umber.

Jemma does not do much for make-up. She really has no need to. Though, sometimes her natural beauty is not enough to keep up with other women. Thus, she always doctors herself up for missions just for that extra edge. She needs to ensure her chances of beating the competition, after all. To do so, she simply adds color to what she finds lacking. Some simple red lipstick is generally her go-to for color, making her (in her opinion) rather “dull” colored lips pop a bit more than before. A light dab of blush goes a long way for her, adding a hint of life to her naturally “bland” cheeks. Finally, some thin lines of mascara on the upper part of her eyes just because she thinks that it pairs nicely with her eyes.

When on the job, the assassin has a variety of outfits to choose from – color wise, anyway – with the most common combination being two inch high heels, a dress, and colored eye contacts. Her heels come in a variety of colors, but are typically black. They are also easy to slip out of, in the case of an emergency. Her dresses are always asymmetrical, with the left side generally being longer than the right. These dresses come in various colors, ranging from red to purple, and even to “peacock” as she calls it. On the right side of the dress, a pinned rose lies. However, she always seems to lose it after her job is complete. Her contacts also come in a range of colors, with blue, green, brown, and gray being her general go to's. Strapped to her upper thighs are gun holsters holding her prized twin pistols, her main weapon of choice. These gun holsters are made from very expensive leather that most could only dream to afford. Sometimes, a diamond necklace can be observed lying atop her dress during her missions. Though, this is typically only seen when she is gunning for a “higher up” target.

Outside of her job, Jemma rarely wears dresses. Her clothes mostly consist of either dress pants and fancy shirts, or the typical “work” clothes seen on the everyday middle class folk. What she is doing at that time determines which outfit she wears. If she is out and about, it’ll be the fancy getup. If she stays home, she’ll wear the dirtier of the two outfits. While at home, she’ll also wear leather gloves in order to handle the various avians that call her apartment home. No matter the setting, though, she will be found wearing a number of feather earrings. Her favorite is a black and white swirl, but she also has pure and faded options as well.

Personality:

Patient || Analytical || Stoic || Sadistic || Slight Psychotic

“Oh, honey, it’s nothing personal. I’m just here to clip the wings off a dove.”

Out of all the great virtues, Jemma miraculously ended up with the trait of patience. Most would consider this to be impossible for someone such as her – considering the rather shallow view society has on her title – but they couldn’t be further from the truth. In her line of work, patience is necessary less she wishes to meet her demise. Though, she did not always have this trait. She was born without it, but was required to master it very early on in life. It was a must have for street life, afterall, especially when food was in question. However, it should be noted that her patience can be quite fickle when around certain people. Or whenever her medication wears off. The constant voices and intrusive thoughts she experiences can wear her thin in the matter in minutes.

{Analytical}

{Stoic}

{Sadistic}

{Slightly Psychotic}

Skills:

- Disguises

- Manipulation

- Traps

- Planning

Strengths:

- Patience

- Intelligence

- Lack of empathy

- Reputation

- Weapons Knowledge & Usage

Weaknesses:

- Physical Strength

- Hand-To-Hand Combat

- Unwillingness to Work With Others

- Anger

- Schizophrenic

Background:

Jemma Broadstone grew up on the streets of New York City.

Affiliations:

TBD

Other:

- Outside of her… line of work, Jemma has a passion for collecting and caring for avians. Macaws, budgies, pigeons, various raptors, you name it and she’s probably had it. However, her favorite birds to care for are doves.

- Despite her love of birds, the assassin absolutely despises cowbirds. Those disgusting, parasitic fiends remind her a lot of her younger days. So, if she ever compares you to one of these, you are unlikely to make it out in one piece.

- Due to her – for lack of a better term – obsession with avians, Jemma often makes comparisons between her targets and some species of bird. This can lead her to sounding cryptic at times, but, to those she pursues, it makes her all the more menacing.

- She always leaves roses and a feather or two on the bodies of her victims.

It was beyond late. The hour of the night where nothing good happens. Only those with ill intentions were up and about at those hours. People like Helios, or what most knew him by, Diávolos. Only one other person knew of Diávolos' real name, but they were long dead. The tall male didn't have to worry about his true identity being brought up to the surface. In reality, Lio couldn't remember when, where, or even how the name Diávolos had come to be. He knew he had a reputation here in the states, among the sleazy people that is. Regular civilians had no idea what went done at the late hours of the night. In their own neighbors homes. In their favorite small businesses, or even the large ones.

Diávolos meant Devil in his native language, Greek. Funnily enough the people he dealt with most were of Italian descent. Working hand in hand with the Sicilian Mafia explains that one clearly. Apparently, he's made quite a name for himself through a few countries. That explains why the name has leaked over borders. Hell, even across seas. At the moment his main location of work was the US. He hasn't been here long, only a few months to be exact. Although, he's been racking up his points. Picking up target after target. Turns out the Sicilian Mafia has quite the long list of enemies. Helios was helping cut that list in half.

Covered from head to toe in black clothing, the male made his way to his targets destination. Having his black ski mask already on, for extra measure he pulled his hood on at the red light. Plus, a dark red bandana over the bottom half of his face. Call him paranoid, but he didn't like that the ski mask pressed against his facial features. He felt as though one could still distinguish his face even if he had the ski mask on.

A few choice weapons were on his person already. Three knives were hidden beneath his clothing, but within reach if needed. A Beretta with a suppressor, also hidden underneath his lose fitting clothing. The man was skilled with a wide variety of weapons. Some weapons not even available to the public. He's been training his whole life, for all kinds of combat techniques. The man was ready for just about any situation thrown at his way. He was good at thinking quick on his feet. Although, the current work he's been doing hasn't given him much action lately. Or challenging opponents. It was as if someone put it on easy mood. Yeah it was boring, but the money was amazing. At this point he could retire. Except in his line of work, retirement wasn't an option. Death was the retirement.

The car he drove looked to be owned by any regular civilian. A jacket sitting in the passenger seat. A few loose paper strewn about in the back seat. A wrap of sorts. It was as if it was driven by any law abiding citizen. From the outside it also looked normal. It was a stock Honda, maybe in the early 2000's. The windows were slightly tinted, but still had low visibility for those looking from the outside. It wasn't some bright color either, just a simple dark forest green. No plates. It wasn't Lio's personal vehicle, just a work car he'd return right after the job was finished.

Pulling up to the building, he parallel parked on the side of the street. Directly in front of the building he planned on entering. Shutting the car off, he stepped out. His heavy military boots thudded slightly as he walked up to the building. Instead of walking up the steps to the front door, he walked around the side. Disappearing into a dark alleyway. There were a few city sounds that played out into the night. Far away sirens, cars driving by, dogs barking. Tonight was louder than usual.

The tall man's steps held confidence, as he walked. Stopping in front of the dumpster, he pulled his body up. Once on top, he pulled himself up once more with the fire exit ladder. He'd done it with much ease, as if he's done it a million times over. He probably has. Reaching the level he needed to be on, he glanced at the open window in front of him. Just his luck. He doesn't have to work for his entry. Lio slipped his large frame inside.

Finding himself a comfortable seat, Lio stretched his long limbs. Cracking his neck, as if he were in a relaxed state. Leaning back into the lounge chair, he pulled out a knife. He began spinning the blade into the table next to the chair. His large hands clad in black leather gloves. Now all he had to do was wait.

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