Name: Iris
Age: 17
Birthday: April 20
Status: Orphan, single, In the Mafia (Please note that I don't really know anything about the Mafia so I am winging it, thanks)
Personality: Fierce, loyal, protective, agressive, serious, childish, smart, etc.
Likes: Sugar, candy, chocolate, music, Halloween, candles, gummy bears, snakes, anime (Death Note and Naruto), mysteries, puzzles, art, dancing, singing, karate, fighting (Of any form), hacking, guns, practicing with gun, Scooby-Doo, popcorn, the park, computers, technology, nature, darkness, dark colors, blood, violins, etc.
Dislikes: Vegetables, haters of Scooby-Doo, dogs, rap music, sunlight, daytime, people in general, girly things, high pitched things, bullies, bossy people, snobs, wax candy, jelly, etc.
Appearance:
Body: Slim, toned. Has muscles but not unattractively so. Extremely pale.
Height: 5' 2"
Weight: Heck if I know
Hair: Waist length. Fiery bright red.
Eyes: vivid bright forest green.
Clothing: Usually wears aa black tank top, black baggy pants, black steel toed combat boots (Leather). A leather trench coat with tons of pockets for various items (Guns, candy, etc).
Accent: Irish, slightly Brittish
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Iris's POV:
I am currenty in my room in my house, dancing and singing to Vertical Horizon. I have to admit I was having fun, but unfortunately all fun things must come to an end.
"Riiiiinnnngggggg!!!! Riiiiinnnngggg!!!" I huffed in annoyance and answered my cell phone.
"Yes?" I asked politely despite my irritation.
"Z?" The gruff voice of my boss replied. (Z is my Mafia ALias)
"Yo, what's up?" I asked.
"You are to report at the base in half an hour. You have an assignment," He said.
"Yes, Sir!" I said and hung up.
I went to my closet and got out my daily outfit. I slipped my clothes on and loaded up. (I put my guns, ammo, candy, knives, Ipod, etc in my pockets of my trench coat.) I walked to my garage and opened the door.
I got inside my awesome black Mustang and drove off, closing the garage door once I was out of the garage. I sped away to the base and avoided traffic expertly. (Not once have I ever gotten a ticket)
I arrived at the base about twenty minutes later and I exited my car. I walked up to the door and the guards let me in, knowing from experience that I don't like to be stopped. (I had shot one of the previous guards in the head after he had stopped me to ask for my identity)
I flashed a quick grin at them and I walked inside. I jogged through the twisting hallways until I (finally) arrived at the office. I gave a special knock and the door opened.
"Hey," I said.
"Alright, Z. Your assignment is to....."
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Sorry for the cliffhanger, I gotta go. Merry Christmas! :D Bye Comment and all that jazz
