FLASH
"Cool."

>>I CATCH A BRIEF REFLECTION...
NAME: Anthony Sanders
ALIAS: Flash
NICKNAME: …Flash. Don’t call him ‘Tony.’
GROUP: Fraternity
GENDER: Male
AGE: 25
BIRTHDATE: July 7, 1983
HOMETOWN: Los Angeles, California
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Straight
OCCUPATION: Assassin


>>OF WHAT YOU COULD AND MIGHT HAVE BEEN...
PERSONALITY: Flash is not your typical assassin. He doesn’t exactly embody the term ‘badass.’ His independent-moving eyebrows are his most impressive muscles and he’s never gotten the hang of that whole apathetic facial expression thing. Also, he really does not like pain. In fact, it wouldn’t be surprising to see him holding his foot and hopping up and down over a stubbed toe or whining about a paper cut. That shit just hurts, you know?

He is also really intelligent, in that near-genius sort of way that makes him seem a bit… odd. Anything scholarly comes very easy to him. It’s the whole street smarts, common sense thing that he really just doesn’t comprehend. He finds it very hard to relate to other people and often lives in his own little world.

Because of this, Flash often gets way too excited over the wrong things, and sometimes doesn’t understand the boundaries of personal space. He has issues with hero-worship of some of his co-workers and still finds the whole assassin thing to just be ‘really cool.’ It doesn’t outwardly appear that he has much appreciation for human life at all. He’s never second guessed an assignment, never lost a night’s sleep over someone’s he’s had to take out. But the truth is, he just really believes in what they’re doing. Kill one, save many. It makes sense. It’s something to fall back on. It’s constant. It’s his life.

LIKES: Science-y stuff, girls, being an assassin, guns, sharp things, sleep.
DISLIKES: Waking up early, mood-altering drugs, people who just don’t ‘get’ it, pain, wax. He hates that stupid fucking wax.
PHOBIA: He is irrationally terrified of going crazy.
STRENGTHS: His intelligence and speed. Also, he’s a kickass badminton player.
WEAKNESSES: He’s overly prone to addiction, he doesn’t know how to connect with people, and he has little spare thought for anything outside of the Fraternity.
SECRETS: He detests his alias. It reminds him of everything he doesn’t want to be.
HOBBIES: Badminton. He fucking loves that game. Experimenting with science stuff is pretty cool, too. You should see his rare plants collection.
FAMILY:

Parents: Ethan Sanders, 51. Theresa Sanders, 47.
Siblings: Peter, 21. Brianna, 17.
Spouse: N/A
Children: N/A
Other:

HERITAGE: His mother’s parents were from Italy, but his father’s a mix of heritages from around the world. He’s your typical American mut.
HISTORY: Anthony Sanders grew up with two loving, hardworking parents in a typical middle-class home. He had a pretty normal childhood, until he started school. Almost the same day he began kindergarten, the school faculty realized that his intelligence was off the charts. He was quickly promoted to higher grades before the constant change of classes started to get to him, at which point his parents decided that home schooling might be best. He got his GED at fourteen and enrolled as a freshman biochemistry major at MIT that fall.

Somehow, MIT and puberty just didn’t seem to mix very well. No one wanted to befriend the fifteen year old nerd, and he absolutely could not connect with anyone around his actual age. Slowly, his love for academics turned him bitter and angry at the world. That was the beginning of the end for Anthony Sanders.

Things got a little better when he got accepted into a graduate program at Stanford University in California. He was 18 now, and legal to be on his own. He got an apartment, started going out on the weekends. Life wasn’t good, but it was better.

Until he started thinking he was going insane.

He can’t remember the first time it happened, but every once in a while, time just seemed altered. Hours flew by in what seemed like seconds, and other times, a minute felt like an hour. It took a while for Anthony to figure out that it was more than just your average time relativity, sometime right after his graduation from Stanford. But when he did, it was perhaps the single biggest paradigm shift of his life.

Now unable to deal with the fact that he had little to no sense of time, Anthony found himself turning to the party scene. Drinking until he passed out made the whole time thing seem not so abnormal. A really big blunt could do that, too. Add that to his ever-present rage and frustration about not being able to connect, and he was the perfect candidate for a drug hustler. Especially when one offered him something a little stronger.

“Want some flash?”

And thus, the source of his alias. Anthony quickly found that LSD was quite the fascinating drug. Especially for him, because changes in perception of time were no longer weird, just part of his trip. He even put his $400,000 education in biochemistry to good use. When he got tired of the aftereffects from cheapened drugs, he starting making his own. Within months of starting his new habit, Anthony became estranged from his family and spent every penny he had trying to get his next fix.

To this day, he doesn’t know how the Fraternity found him, and he’s not particularly inclined to start asking. All he remembers is lying in a rain gutter, watching the cement melt under his fingers before he’s yanked away, thrown in the back of a van and moved across the state. Some old man in an expensive suit told him that he wasn’t crazy, he actually was perceiving time differently, and that he was the perfect candidate to be the newest assassin in a Fraternity of killer weavers. From the moment he was told he wasn’t crazy, he never looked back. He simply responded ‘cool’ and was officially dubbed ‘Flash.’ He was twenty three at the time.

Flash spent the next year cyclically having his ass beaten and going through withdrawal. In between, he learned how to fight and shoot a gun with pinpoint accuracy.

He never did get the cool, badass muscles, though. He’s still as lanky as he was five years ago.


>>LEANING OVER YOU HERE, COLD AND CATATONIC
MODEL: Justin Chatwin
APPEARANCE: Flash isn’t large, in bulk or height. He stands at about 5’8”, just slightly taller than your average woman. He’s in excellent physical shape now that the acid is out of his system, although he’s still on the slim side, maybe border lining ‘toned.’ On a good day. He has bright blue eyes and long, shaggy brown hair that, more often then not, is falling into his face. He moves every bit as awkwardly as he acts; it’s honestly a wonder that he can wield a gun as well as he can without managing to shoot off his own foot.

Flash has never been one for fashion. Jeans, tee shirts and hooded sweaters make up his attire of choice. Of course, he does have an array of slightly more appropriate clothing for dressy functions and missions. If you’re going to kill people, why not be classy about it? That’s his view on it.


>>PASSIVE AGGRESSIVE BULLSHIT
SPECIAL ABILITIES: Flash has some ability that could be seen as time manipulation, but really, he just perceives time as going fast and slow, while he’s still living at normal speed. Which is really good when you need to get out of a tight spot, or give yourself an extra second to get away from that speeding bullet.
WEAPONS: He has a nice set of throwing knives and a pretty sweet dagger, but he favorite weapon is his Browning Pro-9 handgun.
SKILLS: He’ll kick your ass on the badminton court.
OTHER: He holds advanced degrees in biochemical engineering.


>>WHY CAN'T YOU TURN AND FACE ME?
PLAYER NAME: Ange
PLAYER AGE: 19 (but not for long!)
PLAYER GENDER: Female
EMAIL: afrench6389@gmail.com
IM: angesaysrawr
OTHER CHARACTERS: Rhiannon Miller, Thomas Larson