Greetings to all, I am a part of N.O.S.E's secret society and here is my form and information.
Real Name:
Unfortunately, I am sworn to secrecy about my real name; however I can reveal some of my many aliases. I am known in the United Sates of America as Taylor Philips, Alexandra Vivilov in Russia, Eshe Chenzira in Egypt, and many others.
Name you would like to be known in N.O.S.E.:
Refer to me as Ciara. Ciara Daniels.
Nickname (optional):
When writing I use my pen name VC.
Age:
I’m only 15 but I look older than my age. I lie a lot about it too. Taylor Phillips is a 20 year old psychiatrist, Eshe Chenzira is 17 years and weave tents for a living, Alexandra Vivilov is the oldest among ‘us’ all at 28, a bartender.
Country:
I have no country which I call ‘home’. I move so often it is no point liking or getting used to the place. I just came back from a station in Poland as a skiing instructor and now I’m here with you all. Just to state my point on moving on a regular basis.
Skills with guns:
Guns. The most practical weapon really, they are portable, easy to use and quick. Guns are my preferred choice of weapon but I really only use my own pistol. It was gift from a former colleague when I was only four. To tell you the truth I hate it and love it at the same time. It is pink with glitter and too small for my taste. But it was from a dear friend and I treasure with my life.
Skills with swords:
The only time I used a sword was in Japan. I was after a Mafia Lord bout a Mafia Lord for a Mafia Lord. Pretty complicated, wouldn’t you agree? My base ambushed and I was held captive, I lost a lot of good men that day. They took everything I had, and beat me to the pulp. I managed to fight back and within the battle I snagged an antique samurai sword out of its glass case. The sword felt clumsy in my hands and I couldn’t even balance it properly. I managed to defeat them but not without a few broken bones and scars. I let the police handle them after that, making sure to run before they came. I stay away from swords as much as I can.
Skills with other weapons:
One of my favorite weapons is knowledge. Especially when all you actually have is your brain with no weapons whatsoever. Because, at the end of the day, knowledge is all you really need. I’m a spy but I don’t do much hunting. I slip in, slip out; simple but risky and dangerous. Some people have one too many secrets and if just one slips out, it’ll be the end of them. I am a trove of secrets, a blackmailer, a shadow no one gives a second glance to. I don’t do it for profit though. I do it to survive. Many of my sources are under blackmail. They give me what I want and need and I keep their secrets safe.
The second most important thing I think spies need is a sharp tongue. Being a good talker is easy, what you really need is know how to use this skill. Make them slip their secrets out, twist and bend their words, make them believe your ideas are theirs.
And of course: Makeup. Not the makeup girls use to make them faces prettier. I mean the makeup spies use. Foundation, lipsticks, eye shadow. All has a specific meaning to it and a spy needs to know that.
Grade in school:
I was home tutored by my mother and my personal teacher Ms. Wilkins. I’ve never been to a real school before. Ms. Wilkins teaches all sorts of languages, math, geography and finally phycology; all l basic spy necessities. Mother teaches me weaponry, deducing techniques, stunts and skills and much more.
Now I go to a normal school. Well, at least that is what my mother thinks. I actually come here instead of the school near my home. During parent-teacher conferences, I get an actor to act as my teacher, get a fake report card and everything. She would have never allowed me to join here.
Have you taken a chemistry class? And what was your final grade?
No, I haven’t taken a class about it. I just picked up bits and pieces of knowledge and info about it here and there from the headquarters’ scientists.
Have you taken an algebra class of any kind? What was your final grade?
I hate it. Ms. Wilkins says I’m hopeless in it and she’s right. Fortunately, I never really needed to learn it.
Allergies:
Not that I know of.
Any surgeries in the past 5 years?
One, on my right ear, and if my memory serves correctly, it was three years ago. I was in a shooting practice when someone shot a bullet to my ear. It left a hole and hurt so bad. But I didn’t cry, I was in too much shock to realize what was happening. I had surgery to cover it up.
Parents name:
My parent’s names are confidential as well. My mother went by the name Stella Diablo in her spy days, and now her name is changed. I think it’s wise to not tell her current name, though it’s not her real one. She’s living a new life now and I don’t want enemies to destroy that or my new family. My stepdad shall also be nameless. And my father… Well, it’s best not to speak of him.
Parent’s occupation:
My mother was a spy but now a housewife. My stepdad is a businessman and a good one too.
Do you know more than one language? If so, what are they?
Ms. Wilkins and mother made sure I knew almost all languages. I know Polish, German, Japanese, Chinese, French, Spanish, Russian and of course English. I can’t read the first four languages and I am only fluent in speaking the last three. French is so-so for me.
Height:
I am short for my age only 5’2” but it helps during missions when you need to escape or hide.
Weight:
*ahem* Next question!
Real hair color:
It’s jet black
Real eye color:
It’s a brown but it’s almost black.
Background life:
[Third person view] (xD Now I’m practically an OC)
Meet Ciara Daniels. A fifteen year old loner with no friends. But she has a secret. A secret that makes her world different from the rest. Ciara is a spy. Born and raised by her mother, a former spy, herself. And because of hat she never lived a normal life. For Ciara there was no such thing as a place to call ‘home’, no such thing as a ‘friend’ and definitely no ‘normal’ life. She learnt how to build explosives, kill people instantly, lie and cheat, immune herself from pain all before the age of seven. Guns were her toys, jets her bicycles, ‘play time’ meant shooting target and running was a part of life. It was just like that. She grew up coldhearted, merciless, and… spy material. Until recently. Her mother found love with a normal person who had a normal life and they both had a normal relationship. It was the end. Her mother gave up spy work and made Ciara give it up too. Her mother got married to normal Seth Gibson and gave birth to normal Sophia Gibson. And just like that everything Ciara knew vanished. There was no more urgent calls, no more mysterious figures lurking around her, no more meetings with danger, no more… no more spy life. She turned normal. A normal teen with a new name: Sasha Gibson. At least that’s what her mother thinks and hopes. Ciara cannot wash away the fact that she is different, that she is a spy no matter what happens. She wants to but she can’t. She isolated herself from the world and never went back out…until now.
It was when she went for an innocent stroll in the park when she met him. The man in the green hood. He had been there for a few weeks and Ciara had growing suspicions about him. Finally, he came up to talk to her. He introduced himself as Greenie, and asked Ciara to join him for tea. Ciara wanted refuse but she just couldn’t push away that thought that bit at her insides and made her stomach squirm: he can bring back her old life. Ciara always thought she wanted to be normal. She didn’t like being a spy but now…she misses it. She still hates it but you can miss something you hate can’t you? They talked normally at first over some coffee, and then things got serious. He started talking in German to her when they were having an English conversation before.
“I’m here with some important news”, he said quietly, Ciara kept a poker face on but inside everything was in turmoil, “What is it?” She answered barely breathing. He slid an envelope underneath the table. “Burn it after reading it.” He instructed before paying the bill and leaving.
That was how she found N.O.S.E, an elite school for spies or spies-to-be. She quickly filled out the forms and contacted one of N.O.S.E’s members, Andrea Willows, and arranged her paperwork.
I am now a spy…again… Ciara smiled.
