Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26130256-20151030063516/@comment-26571677-20160113111647

close Preview It had taken Amilanthior multiple hours to figure out his cover. In the process, there were multiple casualties, all consisting of cups of coffee.. But he finally had his cover. His name was Eridius Mestivar. Nothing was known about where and when he was born. By the age of eleven, he had started to be involved with the underbelly of crime, developing contacts with the shadiest individuals.

He was mostly unknown to most organisations, preferring not to disclose his name. Instead, he went under the name of 'The Skua' and disclosed information to individual organisations and people for yet more information to use. A never-ending cycle.

He hadn't designed the mask, but he would use it as his disguise, among other things, namely, a long, dark-green trench-coat with a hood and a pair of CamelBak Kevlar combat-gloves. His tools would be hidden in a secret compartment concealed in the inside of his mask.

Now all he needed to do was actually get the contact numbers and have Brine set up his fake persona. Shouldn't be too hard he reasoned, what with a Brine looking quite professional. So he grabbed an old phone, paid for with bitcoins so that it was essentially untraceable, and called Brine, telling him what he'd need for his cover.

Then he hung up, took the phone outside, shot it twice, and then burned it. You could never be too careful.

Never.