My name is not important, what is important is the fact that you've got the chance to make some easy money. It's simple, I have a hit list, you kill the people on my hitlist, one by one, and you get rewarded with each person you kill. With every person that appears on the list comes a higher bounty. Don't try lying to me either, I'm watching. Be careful, other bounty hunters will be there too, and I'm sure they won't mind killing you to get to their pay day. Ready? Good Luck.

Current Target: James Monogram
Last Seen: Miami Florida
Notes: If you want him dead you're going to need to do it quietly. He hasn't committed a crime, so a self defense set up wouldn't work. Try killing him when no one else is around
Bounty: $7000

Hit men:
Acel Aven Excalibur Underling


Rules:
1. The basics
2. Target's last known location will be given, but don't kill them in one post.
3. You can be anything, as long as it doesn't exceed the G-Mod line

Sign Up Sheet:

Name:
Age:
Species:
Hitman or Target:
Appearance:
Weapons:
History(Optional):
Personality(Optional):
Other(Optional):

Note: It's probably a good idea to not just RP as a target because it might take a while for your name to be the current target.

Name: Acel Aven Excalibur Underling
Age: 19
Species: Half Demon, half human
Hitman or Target: Definitely a hitman.
Appearance: A tall, shady character. His exact height is 6'4". He weighs 127 lbs, making him easy to spot, but not when he hides in the shadows. He wears a rugged white T-shirt and torn jeans. His eyes are red and his skin is a smooth, pale grey colour. He has long, black hair that hides one of his eyes.
Weapons: He has an entire storage room full of weaponry, but his main weapons would be:
A dagger, a few pocket knives, and a pistol. Sometimes a hatchet, but... That's not his favorite.
History: Age 5, his parents divorced and his dad kept him. He was beaten and abused, by the next year, he decided he had enough, so he left at age 6. From ages 6-12, he lived on his own, learning the evils of himself. By year 13, he was captured and held captive for a year. Released at age 14, he had extreme PTSD, he watched all of his brothers, friends, and sisters die. Ever since then, he wanted to get revenge on people, for ruining his life.
Personality: Very dark and bitter. Cynical as well. He makes an awesome hitman, but only takes up the best offers. All of the thugs who are anything know who he is. He smokes cigarettes and drinks as well, but not frequently. He is especially known for his distinct sharp teeth.
Other: "I'll get the job done, but I better get paid well. I'm running out of smokes."

Name: Atalie Kikari
Age: 32
Species: Human
Hitman or Target: Target
Appearance: An average sized girl. She has long, red hair, and green eyes. She wears a green shirt and khaki pants.
Weapons: Machine gun
History(Optional): -- Not much info has been gathered on her.
Personality(Optional): Very cocky and smug.
Other(Optional):

(Accepted).

(Yaaaay :3)

(Guess we can start now, doesn't seem like anyone else is signing up)

(Idek how to start :c)

(Okay, I'll start)

"Your first contract is James Monogram." The man on the phone said. "He's in the Florida slums."

I puff out some smoke from my last cig.
"You can count me in, I'll find and kill this guy for ya, but the pay better be decent. I have bills to pay," I say, throwing away the cigarette.

"How does $7000 sound?" The man said.

"Yeah, I'll get the job done," I say.

"Good luck." The man said.

I went up to the airport and flew to Miami. Walking around for a while, I went into a bar and walked up to a man.
"Hey, I'm gonna ask you a question and you better answer it. Do you have any idea where an individual named 'James Monogram' may be?" I ask.

"I might." The man said. "How much you willing to pay for the info?"

"I don't pay, I let you live," I say, lighting a cigarette. "Now," I say, placing the cig in my mouth, "you're gonna tell me, or you won't have to worry bout anything ever again. What's it gonna be?"
(He went from kind at age 14 to brutal at age 19. 5 years can do some pretty jacked up stuff.)

(Indeed it can)

"I don't need to take this crap from you." The man said and pulled out a gun.