Thread: Assignment Name: Shiloh Luxor Richmond {SLR} (Charliesweb7 & Razgriz)

Life is a strange thing one can never truly expect where it comes from or where it will lead. All one can know is that things will happen, and as humans the ability to adapt and overcome is sorely tested. How people deal with life and its various obstacles and challenges is different Some rise to unforeseen new heights, others crash and burn, and the rest find that life has its ups and downs. However, many may argue that it's the not the destination, but the journey that makes life wonderful. There's so many things to do, so many places to explore however, no one person can do everything. There's just too much out there, and sometimes compromises have to be made. This was not the case for one little boy born in Concord, New Hampshire from the union of his father Frank Lee Jacobs and mother Marie Roseanne Jacobs with the given name Darren Smith Jacobs, it was fairly obvious early on that the kid was destined for great things. As a child, he exhibited unusually high intelligence, the magnitude of which normally attributed to a wunderkind his parents, however, did not wish for their child to be objectified like those other boys they saw on television. And so, they tried to shelter him as much as possible however, his projects during elementary school soon drew attention to him. It started when he correctly modeled a three-dimensional strand of DNA using nothing more than colored Play-Doh of course, this meant that the other children had none to play with, as the molecule was quite large in scale. But his intelligence really came to fruition in middle school, where he managed to design a rudimentary voice simulator of course, it would often crackle and pop due to inefficiencies in the circuitry, but the demonstration at the science fair won him first prize. Especially when he got it model his principal's voice reciting the national anthem with a surprising degree of accuracy though she commented that it sounded far too shrill, despite assurances from other students that he got it spot on. His continuing excellence did eventually lead to his family being hounded however, the attention soon let him be accepted into Technical University Munich. From there, he graduated egregia cum laude with a Ph.D in Drafting and Design Engineering and had started his second master's in Computer Software Engineering, particularly focusing on viruses and correlations to their organic counterparts. His father being an agent of the FBI, he was never home that often however, whenever he was, he would tell his son about what he did - within reason of course. Darren eventually decided he wanted to follow in his father's footsteps and join the FBI as well, causing him to drop out of school his dad - after seriously talking about dropping out from a prestigious university - offered to pull some strings and talk with his boss. Later on, demonstrations of his skills with computers, science and his mind pushed him more towards research and development rather than actual field work like his father. Soon after, his father got transferred to a different unit, but Darren's skills and the unwavering faith his family had in him led him to become the man he is today. And now, at the ripe age of 26, Darren was now one of the leading technological experts and head of the RD department of the FBI. Someone in his station had a lot of benefits A full crew of interns helping him develop tech and gear for the FBI's agents, a decent salary, and even his own little workshop where he could tinker with...well, just about everything. He'd been doing it since he was a kid, and it was this tinkering and messing with stuff that got him noticed by the FBI in the first place, so obviously to keep him sharp they needed to let him sate his curiosity. Especially with what he was working on now it was a brand-new form of self-executing virus, really more like a virtual intelligence that could sift through data and compile it in a matter of seconds. With it, all any agent had to know was how to insert a flash drive into one of the receiver ports on a computer tower and it would do the rest. Darren was busy at his station, furiously typing away at a computer that sat in the middle of the server room when it came to him, no one ever really knew what it was he worked on unless they specifically requested something from him. The guy had a way with gizmos, as they would say some of the others wondered where the hell he kept all his knowledge, to which he would often reply it was like a library. Ironic considering he would spout off what seemed like a textbook's worth of information on a subject he had knowledge in. Many often joked in the friendliest way possible that he was actually a robot and that's why he could build just about anything it would make sense that his brain was like a computer to anyone that might not know him. And given his state of his dress, he seemed every bit the nerd type A purple button-up long-sleeved shirt, black slacks, and glasses that seemed to somewhat overtly frame his hazel eyes. His dark brown hair was neatly combed and his skin had that characteristic shade of fish-belly white and despite the fact that his work station was surrounded with parts that didn't seem to fit anywhere, he was no worse for wear. Like the chaos in his station was normal. Darren, however, looked up upon hearing his name called he saw his boss and a woman with fiery red hair in zip-ties. One moment Boss...Just need to finish compiling this kernel....Done he then said before standing up. So...What brings you to my corner of paradise? he then asked it didn't the man long to introduce her to him and vice-versa. So this was the infamous Anastasia Dvok, alias Cutthroat. Had to admit...She was beautiful for someone who was supposedly tortured then again, it was likely they cleaned her up before bringing her to him. He couldn't imagine what she'd gone through, so he would try to be as polite as possible. An assignment, huh? Sounds awesome he replied before walking over to Anastasia and holding out his hand even though she would have to use both of hers if she so desired, I've heard a lot about you you were a hard one to find. But I guess that's what makes you...well, you! I look forward to working with you though! Welcome to the FBI International Task Force I'd offer a tour, but I know Boss man already gave you it, haha. My humble little abode is usually the last stop for any new recruits. His shining eyes - portraying a relative innocence despite the fact that he was an adult - traveled over her body, though not like he was being a pervert even with the modest clothing, she had to be one of the most beautiful women he'd ever laid eyes on, despite the visible scarring. Darren...Cool it with the welcome act. You're a professional, act like it the boss then said to him a hint of dejection crossed his features before a sigh left his lips, Yes sir. He then clapped his hands together and asked with a bit more excitement, So, what's this operation we'll be working on? Honestly, he wanted to see this woman in action the intel on her was so hard to find, and even then there wasn't much. He had to see what she was capable of.