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　 {Bourne Legacy}At CIA headquarters in downtown New York City, Kramer disguises himself as the Superior 'good' Agent. Sophisticated building, arised up in between two fourteen floor banks. From a verticle view point, five miles at a district left of 415 East 71st Street uphold's Time Square. An opposite distance--leads pedestrians Central Park. Tensions taintedly swamp sporatic agents, of supicious lurkin' feeling. It's muckin' threats gradually haunted inside Room 1201B, indicates '12th' floor. Quality of they're two monitor screens, were Government sensored base-authority capability to zoom in for a search or keep track of on-goings-either of crimes comitted an' silenced, or for those who initially use their Intellect. for what we'd perdict the tendencies of what the CIA should consist of. Green lines marked a survelliance grid-screening in on Monitor B-an abrupt left of Chief. Landy's standin' position, where she remained in front of the entrance. Kramer creditability smirk resigned from his boost-selfin' folds. He raised his shady right hand in a fist form an' covered his mouth-briefly to cough and clear his throat.Shadowy stamina drifted within the Conference room, whils't he forwardly stepped away from an angled window view. Behind him New York City's famous night life became prominent, now the hours concieved the sun's last second-it had been forcefully sunk down between two building's beyond the Brooklyn Bridge. Clark Poundstone, Pentagon Special Intelligence circles around the far borders in the office. Frequently strokin' his right hand through his sandy-blonde hair, peculiarly trembled inside in a fear. Without allowin' his fellow Superiors catch a drift.Landy had her insightful predictions, althou' she wasn't going to spill a damn word on the thoughts'-somethin' is about to occur, but what? Squintin' her greenish orbs' quietly she'd aimlessly study both these men, swallowed occasionally in dared peculiar concerns', but she glanced down an' crossed her slender arms. "How long have you hired this Agent, who captured the young girl in Baghdad for? Aware of possible consequences for these unjustifiable actions-right? Kramer?" She inquired, questionable reminded him-raisin' a thin blonde brow, awkwardly hinted the fact towards Clark Poundstone. {Prior - to Present}Prior from Jason Bourne's assignment, back in Baghdad containing the follow up investigation on the Green Zone activities. Due to Brown's help, Bourne's suspicions were confirmed that Al-Rawi met with Poundstone in February in Jordan as Poundstone's inside man. Martin Brown is a CIA Baghdad bureau chief. Who is an informant called 'Magellan' aka. Curveball, thou' Magellan is an area in Baghdad plains' within the warzone boundaries. Al-Rawi informed Bourne that he told Poundstone there had been no WMD program since the First Persian Gulf War; Poundstone apparently lied to his superiors in Washinton-so that Iraq would be invaded. Thus, responsibly hired by Kramer himself to further cover-up infamous conspiracies. American forces commence on attack on Al-Rawi's positions, and the general flees. Meanwhile, Bourne killed his captor an' races evidentally collected priceless documents. One face-to-face meet between, Poundstone an' Bourne when he warned him.　Poundstone told Bourne that WMDs do not matter, thus caused Jason to violently grab Poundstone's ass sayin' "the reason we go to war always matters." then-they didn't resume, meetin' afterwards. Although before Bourne's departure he sent the information to all major news agencies around the world-who'd pound Poundstone into his grave. Or destroy his sorry ass-from his political career-Black Booked understood Conspiracy is that of Bourne's Legacy. Semi-demolished evidence revised Jason's cloudy memories-those pieces either covered up or stolen. Answers rawfully satisfied, but at the same time haunted an' tampered within his confused emotions. Did he want to remember what happened on Magellan's sites? Rapidly convertion between David Webb an' becoming Jason Bourne? An assassin for treadstone-would be just a piece of the past. Subconsciouly, in the depths of our Souls, do we hunger for peace-but inorder to succeed sometimes we have rewind back to even the horrors unjustified to what happened to us.{New York}'You are your own raw material. When you know what you consist of and what you want to make of it, then you can invent yourself.' Whil'st those Agents remain productive inside--ploy unknown to their knowledge unraveled stragetically. Discrete corrpute alley portrays somewhere to keep blank for Jason's intended whereabouts. Typical Bourne notorious assassin reigned over his dominant essence. Unknown black boots marked claimed as he invaded a forgotten alley. Blending in the shear darkness, provided by two abandoned warehouses--two choices to go about this.--and both are risk takers, but dynamically legit as logic an' reasoning. Either way-Jason wasn't prevailing to play nice, SJ is on the trail to retrieve Sebrina-he could feel the intense alert inside his veins. Kramer didn't gain respect in CIA headquarters for idiotcy-just because one is intelligent doesn't mean they're hunger for power drowned themselves in their own ignorance. Detectable clues, loudly elects Kramer as the vial ring leader of this whole fuck Bourne mess-from it's birth.-and I'm speakin' as far back as Webb period. "Ya' a cop or somethin' foo" gang stumbled out from a mere corner, hollow shell like-as though this son-of-a-bitch were a hermit challengingly coming out. He crossed paths with Jason, from behind-bourne's rapidly observed within the shadow reflecting this man's disgusting image. Goone wavered a knife in his left hand-raspy tone in his voice hinted a threat. 'If he was a damn cop?-then what?' Jason unamusingly shook his head n' sighed; he had zero tolerance to deal with this bull-time was fallin' and this wasn't helping. Lickin' between his closed manly folds' whil'st he sharply turned around an' landed his blue hues on the pertraitor.A short glimpse behind him, an unknown slender hand reveals, but the body remained mute. 'Looks like dumbass has been causing trouble for some time?' Resumin' his attention back on this scumb, Jason vertically draws out a Glock 32., upper cuts him in the jaw an' aiming the gun's handle then decks the dude between the eyes. Whil'st aggressively choking him in the strength of his right hand's grip, wrapped around his throat-then drops him to the ground. Quickly dragging the mute man, around back where a steel pole stakes from the ground--to handcuff both the goone's hands to it. Of course both Jason's hands reveal to be wearing black gloves, at the same time as he walks off the scene-he reached behind. Retrievin' an untrackable cell phone an' dials officials to come pick this asshole up, stating a woman was found dead by his gang doings. {CIA headquarters in downtown New York City} -CheckmateMeanwhile. "Chief Landy-see this is why your precious ass was prisoned. You denied your'self from properly removing the shield from your eyes. Failure in judgement calls is a flaw of you'res. Advise you repair it inorder to succeed the next time around, or pull through orders properly as assigned." Kramer violently rebuttle, chuckling inside his head. It's amusing board game to him, this is playing a chess game to him these are his pauns workin' under his command. Without a trace of evidence, effectively employed soldiers cover them up-zooming in across vaguely towards Poundstone who continuiously stumbled over himself.Sporatic coughs are heard from mouths of agents, surfing through their accessible computers. Some had headsets over thier head's. Vents rushed cold air through, debating in aggression with the hot temperature increasing sparingly. Out of predictions neither of them had succumb to grips with-an unknown phone call spawned from Poundstone's cell phone. He questionably seized his brows, scrambled calmly in gathering his cell phone.Flipping it open-it reveals 'untraceable?' "what?" he whispered under his raspy voice. It's propped to his ear, wrinkles dialate his forehead. "Poundstone." strains an answer, out of curiousity. Silence drawn a combustion of tension--"I know what you did." As serious warning, it was Jason who processed the call. Then line went dead. Thus, causing a out break riot between the two General Agents and a vast scramble between their workers. Rushing to trace Bourne's whereabouts. "Where the hell is he?" Poundstone spasms out, casually raising both arms out whil'st Landy sat back an' rather thrilled in the circus that was stirred. Kramer commanded everybody to get working, fast! "Sir all access is unavailable." one computer technician mentioned. Kramer strickenly glared responsively-"What the hell do you mean, access is unavaible?!--what the?" Zip. Superficial. Authority servillance monitoring, CIA compu. programming shuts off. "Well, Kramer call off the shots ; it's clear he's going to communicate." Landy predatorially steps around, as she strongly advised him.Whil'st they stampeed, squandered around their superior conferrence room like rodents fleeing from a raid attack--Bourne was prioritized an' dead on determined to demolished they're ignorance. Jason's existance wasn't in any detectable reach-but he sure in hell could witness close encounter from wherever he was. Sniper's precision rifle allowed a clear line-of-sight aim shooting, detailed advanced knowledge of the intended victim's travel plans, the ability to identify the target at long range, and the ability to score a first-round lethal hit at this long range, measured at least in hundreds of meters. Prepared-Jason provided needed stationary, magnum gps system miraculiously invented in one Bourne Coporate division, it's wireless access condensed in Bourne's satellites the building was miles back, behind this end of the city. Heat and contaminated sultry air invades through partially opened cracks, a left manly hand reveals to be covered in a black glove-extracted a none-traceable phone from it's closure. It rings-he waits until an opponent answers. "Where are you-Bourne?" Kramer demands, stressfully running his fingers through his hair. Staggering back and forth, through an imagery glance from a far distance-he'd barely shield Landy's mute presence." It's not the wise question to ask, Kramer-not in the complicated situation you got your ass into. You might want to seriously be of concerned of who I have. Trade for trade. Listen very closely to what I'm about to tell you. Tony-you released the young woman you had abducted and leave them be. This is between the two of us. You will get what you've deserved, give you the publicity you've been on the haunt for all this time--and of course I will back of Xander---your brother." Jason's precised, hand-in-hand deal revealed any but pleasant in the tone of his deep masculin voice. ..Amused smirk reversed in the corners of his manly folds, however unnoticeable due to his stealth hiding. Agent Tony Kramer, just as Jason came clean to the man's real name-now his so-called loyal team learned something new. Kramer dramatically debated inside his mind, factoring in what route to take-questionably enlightened on how or if Jason is bluffing. On the idea that his brother Zander is under Jason's reach now? "How do I know your not yanking at my nerves here? Persuade me to believe, my brother is under-danger and inorder to save his ass - I got to release Miss. Nikki? Relieve both her and your brother from my threshold? In order to strategically succeed, Jason you'd can't be in this State, let alone city!" Kramer rationally emplies, a simple analysis on the matter of face. "Lorenzo isn't returning his calls!" Spats off Proudstone he stands back nervously.Roof-top landing' on top of CIA's Headquarters, is Lorenzo a criminal who is or was hired to hit any individual pertaining of Jason by Kramer-out of a fast move. But--a black shadow stepped out from a vertical distance, at view point Lorenzo's body hangs over the cement railing from the roof-his sniper gun-laid awkwardly downward. Inside a dark-abandoned shelter area, beside a semi-cracked board lurking the outside--is a GPS mini screen. 'Did you cameras exist inside neighborhood lights? Are you aware of why? I can intrigue you in this much, government has abilities to invade and zoom inside our homes if the potential is a suspect and of course harmful to the entire country-they are unrestricted to the sources provided for them.'Bourne Enterprises unites in a specific division who had created a Satellite in which contradicts Superior codes, usually hidden inside the Black Book to be able to do the exact same thing. Right now a brother and innocent standby is at stake-an risks and sacrifices to finish this after smoothly sailing SJ and Sebrina home was resonsable for this encounter. "What's the matter Kramer, Proudstone bitching about another hitman-who's sleeping on the job again." timidly amused by his statement, diverting his ocean blue hues across to find that hitman motionless. "What leads you to believe I am anywhere near New York? Miami heat, sure feels damn good-Southern ocean air. Kind of has it's Tropical grasp feel to it. Zander taste is agreeable intriguing, right now he is walking to his frig, grabbing a yogurt." To conclude in this point made, even though 'they' couldn't see, Jason could detailing see Xander in his home inorder to make this logically close to being true. He didn't have to be in Miami either, the intended target is in his hands-a deal was conducted hours before this took place. Maybe a reason Chief Landy remained mute during this whole ordeal-mess that literally Kramer and Poundstone created themselves. Kramer swallowed coming to find an appeal in this satisfied idea of a deal he had waited for Jason to finally come forth an' make. Realizing it's possible Zander's life is in jeopardy-now a quick call over to the Foreign nations. The hired unknown in Baghdad is contacted and order to release the woman and back off.In proficient private secondary phone call, transferred in Martin Brown's office in CIA Baghdad's quarters. A claim to bombard in where Miss. Nikkis captive remained whil'st stampeeds of soliders busted in taking the ignorant man counterable . Leaving the young woman now open to her freedom. A simple Military nod between the two gentlemen before dragging their suspect off and into their Bureau's hands.Chief Landy steps out of the office, promptly carries a phone call out to the Superiors down in Washington informing D.C. head the official disc is in her hands. Poundstone is under quarantine that he is unaware of-awaiting for a shock that his ass is caught and soon will be taking into custody. Distant but is able to zoom in. Remain alertive an' observant in the conclusion within this Conspiracy ready to come to it's final realization not so much to the world, but to himself. The diginity, profound strength, vile threats which have been repeative within his Family would travel down a new revenue. One from a haunted past that apparently had to be connected. 'but why?' Jason swallowed it all inside his gut, the strain of this intense clearness? Before the events in Bourne Identity, he was known by birth as Webb, he had a Thai wife named Dao and two children named Jashua and Alyssa in Phnom Penh, the capital of Cambodia. Webb's wife and two childrend were inadvertently killed during a War, when a fighter plane strayed mysteriously into Cambodia, dropped two bombs and strafed a spot near the Mekong River. Due to Cambodia's neutrality in the war, every nation disclaimed the plane, and therefore no one took responsibility for the incident.　Thus, began the elected train for an elite Top Secret Forces unit called Medusa, then gradually down the road-Treadstone came along. Vosen done his dirty fucked up crimes-more then once, lengthy list points out Charles, EJ's MIA incident an' partnering in the cover up with Kramer on this. Chief Landy had embarked in the illusion of a toy in this game of they'res perhaps a paun if you will. The one to inhale the blame in all their twisted foul play. Her assignment was to process Jason Bourne to return overseas an investigate to lure the truth on Poundstone. Who is the betrayal in the War active today in Iraq 'Green Zone' -Megallen sights were also used terminate official evidence on a cruel 'de ja vue' accurate find within Jason's mind, that this looked identical to the land demolished in Cambodia. Constructively, Kramer and Poundstone were incarcerated with authority figuration, both of them will be brought to justice while brought to society and publically put on the stand. Jason aware and slickly watched this take place, an amused smirk briefly shifted in his manly folds' corners-his breaths were contained as he sighed soundlessly. Frequently widening his medium-tone brows, clickin' on a phone piece attached to his left ear. Chief Pam Landy pleased, succeeding in her own freedom-resuming to her old career. She was alone inside her official office, a floor below the one they were all in-she had leaned forward on her steel desk. Shifting through future assigned works-dreaded silenced sigh linger through her female nose. Realizing her phone is off the hook, she pondered whilst reaching for it. "---bourne?" she paused. " I um--wanted to thank you. For the tapes and files. It's all tied off-it's over. Your family is clear. I guess I owe you an appology." while Landy surrendered, becoming sincere in her apology-Jason increasingly became viewable but not for her-yet.Of course wearing a complete black attire-jacket, pants the whole night damn yards followed by a black ear piece to remain in communication. The only ideal reach, she was capable of getting from him. He nod his head at the same time-casually mentally noting her legit responses. Genuinely-a typical Bourne smirk profoundly appeared against his mouth's corners. "Goodbye" Jason's thick voice dropped capping an end. Landy rapidly parted her mouth from the opposite end. "Wait-wait, un-asked for advice Bourne. Kramer will be enforced justice, now your cloudy past is clean--you can allow yourself to be at peace. When your ready-there is another assignment for you to contribute in. A secret FBI search for a serial killer unknown to America and could be a serious threat to the United States. It's been mailed to your office--unless, why don't you come in and we'll talk about it?" she then remained silent, awaiting on a proposal or maybe a real meet on official work assignment? Jason departed his mouth as though he were going to suggest a different idea--but briefly peaked out a vertical window. "Get some rest Pam." cocking a left brow, whils't he adivsed an reserved a brief smirk. "You look tired---" coy hint toyed in his manly voice-mysterious vanished out of mere sight inside the building directly across from the CIA headquarter's building. The whole time-causing Pam Landing to drop her phone and revolve around her desk. Nothing.-------------------{ Bourne Legacy -A Fresh Start}-------------------------------------- Aftermath..........Dust musks blown forcefully across a deserted plain field--a location extracted from Civilization. Harley's dominant stance, held up-ward at an angle beside a roadside. Not a vehicle in sight was remotely proceeding in taking up a challenge in driving through, to embark on some activity in the silence that was dominating the open atmosphere. Mountains distracted from a drifted far distance - covered by sporatic green plantation, the morning sunrise introduded behind their borders. Abandonded barn, pratically deteriorated was still capable of providing some sort of leanance for farming equipment. Quietness stilled an intense serene embrace - taunting within Jason's stomach, crawling inside his veins and debating and coming to grips 'finally' inside his mind. "Landy was right, now that I've remember everything -somethings I can lay down to rest." Jason briefly privately stated, however his facial expressions reflected according to his mind's words.His heart mildly beatedly normally, breathing in solidary air whil'st reflecting on past events prior to this 'well worth-new life he has been able to build up on' -kneeled down in front of a fire. One he had ignited after building a triangle stilt made out of wood-flames roughly burned their dried barks. Jason was capable of returning some personal photographs from Megellan, rolling them up before burning each one.'What if you forgot everything?' he swallowed and briefly narrowed his brows. Remembering vividly of past times, sometimes we have to rewind inorder to realistically heal. Inidividual, dividened flashbacks rapidly approached in the back of his head-only not visually but in echoed voices in a taunting approach. 'No it's not coming back! That's the point!.' You live moment to moment. 'I got to live like this--I--don't even know who I'm hiding from.' So you search for the truth--but the truth is worse than ignorance. 'You're a US Government Property, malfunctioning 30 billion dollar weapon.' There's nowhere to go - but you find the comfort that you crave --and lose it just as fast as you had it. Gone.　Sweat penetrated against Jason's muscular jawline, as it' traced streaks from under his hair line of his forehead. Mid-morning's sun was increasing the heat rapidly as time dragged on. Resting one elbow on top of his lean leg, while burning a final photo into the trembling flames-he adjusted his other hand to press male finger tips across his forehead. An important memory concluded to a point to where he stands now, or feels as in the present of his life-now. 'Someone said, sooner or later, you'll remember something good.' Gradually, Jason stands up claiming his broad waists with both his manly hands-diverting his ocean blue hues, instantly he had viewed his watch around his broad left wrist. Interwindingly nodding his head, whil'st reserving such a loud reserved smirk. Indicating the appreciation of the life he does have now--"I do remember something good--all the time." It was almost morning, waking up from the American Dream-right? We are willing to suffer, to die for the things we care about. For love, for the right or wrong choices. Because of her, I had solved the case. My case. All of it. Who I am. Is it worth it? Saying that it never would, is a lie. Sometimes you get lucky. Sometimes, something good comes out of it. We remember the good everyday that you're reminded of. Something you know you wouldn't deserve in a million years. Something that gives you a reason to go on.Sweat penetrated against Jason's muscular jawline, as it' traced streaks from under his hair line of his forehead. Mid-morning's sun was increasing the heat rapidly as time dragged on. Resting one elbow on top of his lean leg, while burning a final photo into the trembling flames-he adjusted his other hand to press male finger tips across his forehead. An important memory concluded to a point to where he stands now, or feels as in the present of his life-now. 'Someone said, sooner or later, you'll remember something good.' Gradually, Jason stands up claiming his broad waists with both his manly hands-diverting his ocean blue hues, instantly he had viewed his watch around his broad left wrist. Interwindingly nodding his head, whil'st reserving such a loud reserved smirk. Indicating the appreciation of the life he does have now--"I do remember something good--all the time." It was almost morning, waking up from the American Dream-right? We are willing to suffer, to die for the things we care about. For love, for the right or wrong choices. Because of her, I had solved the case. My case. All of it. Who I am. Is it worth it? Saying that it never would, is a lie. Sometimes you get lucky. Sometimes, something good comes out of it. We remember the good everyday that you're reminded of. Something you know you wouldn't deserve in a million years. Something that gives you a reason to go on.　-Jason Bourne-

"From what I have been remembering I was or am a former assassin of the CIA's Operation Treadstone. I was the government's top agent until recently I became their number one target, because they are hiding something, and know I am going to find it..Anyway...during a stormy night, a group of Italian fishermen found a man, me; floating in the Mediterrean Sea off Marseille, with two gunshot wounds in my back and a device with the number of a Swiss bank account embedded in my hip. Suffering from retrograde amnesia, I find I am versed in several European languages and can perform uncommon tasks such as sea navigation, size shape and color of everything that walks , moves , stands still, numbers, and to things like tying exotic knots in the ship's ropes, but I could not remember anything about myself before that night or how I got there. When the ship docks in Oneglia, I set off for Zurich to investigate the bank account.At the CIA headquarters in Langley, Deputy Director Ward Abbott finds out about a failed assassination attempt on deposed African dictator Nykwana Wombosi.Meanwhile, hassled for sleeping on a park bench in Zurich, I find out I am curiously proficient in hand-to-hand combat and firearms usage when I subdue two Swiss police officers in an unthinking reflex action of self-defense. At the bank in Zurich, using the number embedded in my hip, I open my safe deposit box to find several passports containing my picture (under different names), large amounts of assorted currencies, and a 9mmm Sig Sauer SP2009 handgun. Still with no idea what my real name was , I assume the one from the first US passport, Jason Bourne. Which turns out to be my real name. When American and Swiss authorities attempt to capture me at the US Consulate, I offered this young girl who was in desperate need of money, $20,000 to take me to Parris, the city of the address on my passport.Meanwhile, Alexander Conklin, the head of the CIA black ops group Operation Treadstone, assures Deputy Director Abbott that he will destroy any evidence connecting them to the field agent, me responsible for the failed assassination attempt on Wombosi. I activate three "assets" to take down their fellow operative: Castel, Mannheim, and the Professor.When I arrive at the address on my passport, I immediately recognized by the building superintendent, and based on the contents of my apartment.Before remembering being an agent for the government, then I concluded that I was in the shipping business. In search of more clues, I hit redial on my phone and was connected to the Hotel Regina, who recognized one of my aliases from another passport, John Michael Kane. They had me under many other names. They told me that Kane was a guest who died two weeks before in a car crash. As I ponder this, Castel blasts through a window and engages me in hand-to-hand combat. After I subdues him; I attempt to interrogate him, but Castel jumped out the window, preferring suicide over interrogation by me for information. The girl who was helping me, Marie found wanted posters in Castel's bag with both hers and my pictures on them.I continue and advise Marie to leave me as I try to figure out who I am and why people were after me. I told her to go to the police and explain everything to them; but she chose to remain with me and encouraged me to figure it out with her help. I didn't have any relations with this woman so if your wondering, didn't happen. Anyway....After eluding the Paris police and spending the night in hiding, I went to the Hotel Regina to stay.-Jason continues with his long story-"Meanwhile, Conklin plants a body in the Parisian morgue to fool Wombosi into thinking Kane, his attempted assassin, is dead, but Wombosi recognizes that the body is not his assailant, and Conklin has Wombosi killed in his home by the agent known as "the Professor". I investigate the incident, the previous assassination attempt, and John Michael Kane's contacts, and concludes that I was the failed killer. Myself and Marie escape the city into the country to stay at the house of a friend of Marie's , where I decide that I no longer wants to be who I was.In the morning, the Professor tries to come to kill me. I use a double-barreled shotgun to blow up the home's fuel tank to distract the Professor (who was on a hilltop overlooking the home, armed with a SIG-550 sniper rifle) while he ran to the woods. I ultimately shoot the Professor twice with the shotgun and interrogates him briefly, revealing our mutual connection to Operation Treadstone. The Professor dies almost immediately from blood loss, saying. "Look at us. Look at what they make you give."Keeping $30,000, I sent Marie away with the rest of the money for her own safety. I use the Professor's cellular phone to arrange a meeting with Conklin on the Pont Neuf, which I use as a distraction to plant a tracking device on Conklin's vehicle to discover the location of Operation Treadstone's safe house in Paris.After following the vehicle to the safe house, I use an electronic device to trigger the car alarms of all the cars parked on the street, and when the noise distracts the guards, I climb into the operations safe house where Nicky Parsons and Conklin are.When I meet Conklin, I was holding him at gunpoint, I finally begin to remember my last mission. I had backed out of the (officially unsanctioned) Wombosi assassination after seeing Wombosi's children. And that is when I was shot by Wombosi while escaping the fast-moving boat and left for dead in the water.After this memory, I told Conklin that I was leaving Treadstone permanently and warned him not to try to follow me. I realize Conklin silently triggered an alarm and had backup on the way. I leave Nicky unharmed, had a shootout with several CIA agents, and escapes into the night. Some time later, I end up going to Mykonos.On my way to continue my attempt to learn more of my shadowy past as I am once more enveloped in a conspiracy surrounding the CIA and Operation Treadstone. This time come to find out Alexander Conklin is now dead and the CIA is my enemy rather than my friend. Two years after the previous events, time past. I was living away in Goa, India. I was having flashbacks of an assassination in a Berlin hotel. Meanwhile , in Berlin, a CIA officer under Deputy Director Pamela Landy is trading $3 million got the complete "Neski Files," documents concerning the theft of $20 million from the CIA, seven years earlier. They are to complete the exchange in an office building in Berlin. During the exchange, an assassin named Kirill plants my fingerprint on a bomb in the building's basement and proceeds to kill the agent and the source, stealing the files and money. He sells them to Russian oil magnate Yuri Gretkov.Kirill travels to Goa in order to kill me, but I spot him and flee, just as I was driving away, Kirill, armed with a sniper rifle, fires at the driver whom he believes to be me but in fact was Marie, killing her and causing the car to veer off the bridge into a river. Kirill leaves, believing that he had killed me, but I managed to swim away undetected. I leave for Naples, Italy, with money and passports in an attempt to learn why I was again being targeted, believing that Treadstone is pursuing me.I leave for Naples, Italy, with money and passports in an attempt to learn why I was again being targeted, believing that Treadstone is pursuing me.In Berlin, Landy's team finds the planted fingerprint and, upon running it through the database, finds that the identity of the person in question was part of Treadstone and informaton regarding it restricted by the CIA. Landy then flies to CIA headquarters in Langley, Virginia to meet with her boss and to find out about Treadstone and who left the print. She discovers that they belong to me and questions Ward Abbot about Treadstone. He admits that he had Conklin killed after a failed mission, but has no idea where I was. Landy tells Abbott that the CIA agent who stole the $20 milion was named in the stolen files. A Russian politician , Vladimir Neski, was due to identify the thief. Before he could do so, however, Neski was apparently murdered by his wife in a Berlin hotel, who had proceeded to commit suicide afterwards. Landy believes that myself and Conklin were involved in the theft, and , based on the discovered fingerprint, that I was responsible for the deaths of the CIA officer and source in Berlin. Both Abbot and Landy go to Berlin, hoping to find some trace of where I was and capture me.Arriving in Naples, Italy, I deliberately use a known passport under my name. Agents in Langley are notified of my arrival, and I am detained. I incapacitate an Italian Carabinieri officer and his CIA interrogator, copies the agent's SIM card on my own cell phone, then escapes. While driving, I listen in on a call from Landy, learning her name, phone number , and that I was suspected of the recent killings in Berlin. I steal a car and head to Germany. In Munich, I break into another Treadstone agent's house. Upon arrival, the agent , Jarda, tells me Treadstone was shut down following Conklin's death; he and myself are the only remnants of the project. As I realize Jarda has called backup, Jarda attacks, and I had no choice and ended up killing Jarda. I set a trap by opening a gas line and jamming a magazine into a toaster; the home explodes when backup arrives.In Amsterdam, Landy and Abbot intercept and debrief Nicky Parsons, Treadstone's handler in Paris. I follow them from a hotel to a CIA office in Berlin. Armed wit ha sniper rifle from a neighboring roof, I call Landy's phone, questioning her intentions. She tells me it is because he killed two people in Berlin. Although Landy was referring to the agents, I thought she was referring to Neski and his wife. I arrange to meet Nicky at the Alexanderplatz, where I use a crowded anti-capitalist protest to evade surveillance. I lead Nicky to the subway station and interrogate her, learning that Abbott was the head of Treadstone, not Conklin. My flashbacks of Neski's assassination at the Brecker Hotel return, but Nicky knows nothing about the Neski killing. Upon hearing their conversation over Nicky's transmiter, Landy begins to believe that I was being framed. To the surprise of Landy and Abbott, I let Nicky go unharmed. Back at the office, Abbott's associate Danny Zorn becomes positive that I was being framed after examining the basement where the bomb with my fingerprint was found. After revealing his belief to Abbott, Abbott stabs him to death, providing his involvement in the conspiracy.I revisit the Brecker Hotel in Berlin and remembers more of the Neski mission. I was sent to kill Neski on Conklin's orders; and when Neski's wife unexpectedly showed up, I shot him and then her, positioning the scene to appear a murder-suicide. The German police arrive after the hotel's lobby report I was wanted, which interrupts my flashback and forces me to escape via the buildings exterior. Having evaded them, I break into Abbott's hotel room and records a conversation between him and Gretkov that incriminates Abbott and Gretkov in the theft of the money. Abbott also confesses that he ordered me killed that my wife was not the intended target. Which I had recently learned that Buffy my wife, was the one with me in the car who I thought was killed just like I was suppose to have been dead. Neski's murder by me, the murder of the agents by Kirill, and the planted fingerprint at the scene. Out of respect for Marie's beliefs in non-violence, I spare Abbott's life. Zorn's body is discovered at the office and Landy, realizing Abbott killed him, goes to confront Abbott, who commits suicide. Landy later receives the tape that I recorded.I travel to Moscow, where i was shot and wounded by Kirill. After an extended high-speed chase through Moscow, I force Kirill to crash in a tunnel, critically wounding him. Gretkov is arrested by Russian police after Landy provides them with the evidence she got from me. I proceed to the apartment of Irena Neski, Vladimir Neski's daughter, where I inform her that her mother did not killer her father and then commit suicide; that I had killed them both on a mission gone wrng, and I apologizes for it.Not to much later, I end up back in New York City. I contact Landy by cell phone, asking why the CIA is still looking for me. Landy then thanks me for supplying the tape, which the CIA has used to settle matters concerning my frame-up. Before I hung up, Landy suggests that I come in to discuss the matter, I decline by simply stating, "Get some rest, Pam; you look tired."This is where it starts for me , when I had returned to New York where I had first met my wife, your sister Buffy. But before that......became to us finding each other again..........-Jason finishes up his story up until now.....-After receiving a phone call from me, Ross takes a taxi to Waterloo Station and is followed by the CIA, who believe him to be meeting his source there. At the station , I saw the CIA officers following Ross and places a prepaid mobile phone on himl through it, I instruct the frightened journalist on how to dodge the station's surveillance, whole knocking out the CIA agents attempting to kidnap Ross. However, Vosen orders their "asset", an assassin name Paz, to kill Ross and his source. Vosen's team identifies me on a security camera and recognizes me as the original Treadstone assassin, and assumes I am Ross's source. While Paz gets into position with a sniper rifle, I tell Ross to remain hidden, but Ross panics and steps out into the open, giving Paz a clear kill shot. In the ensuing chaos, I grab Ross's notes off his body, the notes reveal Ross' source to be Daniels.Deputy Director Pamela Landy is asked to help capture me. With Landy's help, Vosen and his team determine that Daniels is Ross' source. They decide to send a team to Daniel's office in Madrid, but I arrive first, finding only one photograph in an otherwise empty safe as Daniels has already left. I attack the CIA team when they enter the office and, just as I finish mopping up the CIA agents, Nicky Parsons enters the office. Nicky tells him that she was reassigned to Madrid after Berlin, and that Daniels has fled to Tangier. She helps me escape the CIA reinforcements by telling Vosen that I had already left the office. I call the police to report the sound of gunfighting , they arrive just as the second CIA team piles out of their vehicles, guns drawn, in fron of the office. While in Tangier, they realize the CIA has sent assassin Desh Bouksani to eliminate Daniels. Nicky uses her official clearance access to send Dash a message, telling him to met her for a new phone, thus allowing me to follow Desh to his target. When Vosen realizes Nicky's deceit he orders Desh to kill Nicky and my after terminating Daniels. Landy is outraged at Vosen's willingness to indiscriminately kill CIA personnel and quits operation.I follow Desh and is unable to save Daniels, who dies from Desh's planted bomb. When Desh returns for Nicky, I outrun the Tangier police and fights Desh, eventually strangling him with a towel. I accompany Nicky to a bus station where she begins her own separate life on the run from the CIA. At the Tangier morgue, I examine Daniel's charred papers and finds the address of the CIA station in New York City. I take a flight to New York City, and on arrival deliberately use a passport that alerts Landy to my presence. I call Landy while observing her and Vosen from across the street. Landy tells me that my real name is Jason Bourne and that I was born on 4/15/71, a code for the address of the Treadstone facility at 415 East 71st Street. I send a text message and follow Landy as she leaves the building. My meeting, however, is simply a diversion to allow me to enter Vosen's office and steal classified Blackbriar documents.Vosen realizes the diversion after a phone call from me to get a recording of his voice, the key to unlocking the safe. I state that I was in Vosen's office, and a desperate Vosen frantically orders CIA officers back to his office to capture me. I escape and enter into a car chase with CIA officers and Paz. Emerging victorious from my vehicular duel with Paz, I choose not to kill him. Just outside the Treadstone facilitym I meet Landy and gave her the stolen documents from Vosen's office before entering the building. Inside, I meet Dr. Albert Hirsch, who ran Treadstone's psychological conditioning program. With his help, I remembers that, once as Captain David Webb, I volunteered for the program and killed a man in the same room. Horrified by the memory of what I did to complete my conditioning , I tell Hirsch, "I remember everything.

Present August 2011 It had been quite a few years since the events that had happened in Ipswich, Pogue and best friend Kate's hospitalized, Chases' addiction to defeat Caleb Danvers, and try to use her as the bate moreso for ransome. Times changed since then, no one had heard anything of Chase, where he went, if he was still alive nothing. Breanna had gone off back to Boston for the summer after the turn of events that had taken place, but never returned back to Ipswich, she had lost contact with everyone she had met, and became close too. Still no clue on what really was going on back in the town she once grew close to loving, a place where she left her heart, to a guy she would never forget or could ever forget. Was it her right to just leave for the summer to visit her parents yes, but it wasn't fare to her new founded friends or for instance her boyfriend Caleb when she never returned for the next school semester. Maybe haunting memories? no one knew, Breanna had kept mostly to herself, during the time she had found out Caleb wasn't an only child, which was fine with her, she actually grew close to Caleb's sister and missed the hell outta her best friends. She missed Reids attitudes, Pogues protectivness, Tylers calm silentness, Tara's troublesome self, Kates apprehension to shopping, and Caleb's....well his everything. The entire group she missed, what was holding her back? She had reasons, she wasn't like them, she wasn't one to want to be a damzel in distress all the time, sure she would fight if she wanted to but she wasn't as strong as the rest of them. She had no powers none what so ever, maybe her reason for leaving was that? that she was a liability to everyone maybe? not even Breanna herself knew why she didn't go back. After her parents had found out about the incident in Ipswich they pushed her to go back to Boston for the summer. she did, mainly it was in Breanna mind her parents keeping her there and not letting her return to Ipswich.<br /><br /> Within the year and a half since Breanna had left and gone back to Boston she had found out about a cousin who was now going to Spencer Academy, her cousin's name was Skyler, her mother's sister's daughter. Breanna was so eager to meet her cousin not to mention get back into the town of Ipswich she'd do anything to get back there. She had gotten her mothers phone and secretly looked up Skyler's number and added it to her contacts on her cell phone that her parents had changed her number in order to not beable to keep contact with anyone. She felt alone, more like caged to the damn house. She knew that the school year was going to start up again in the fall, actually a month from now in September, one swift move she could be out there but then be disowned by her parents. Breanna laughed at the thought of that, her parents would throw a damn fit to say the least and by now she wasn't one to listen to them anyways, her mother always wanted her to be a debutaunt, not Breanna's style. Breanna's mother was what people would call a damn queen of the debutant ball.<br /><br /> Breanna didn't want apart of it, she wanted to be back in Ipswich where she was happy with her friends, the man she loved even if he didn't love her back in return now, and she could get to know her cousin a hell of a lot better there since Skyler was living in the dorms at Spencer. Breanna sat on her bed looking at her luggage as she heard her mother calling for her. Making a annoying sigh she stood up and walked over to her door opening it "What is it mother" she asked as she looked at her. "I have your dress for the ball, you'll look beautiful in it" her mother explained as she showed Breanna the dress. Just to be nice Breanna gave a smile "It's beautiful mother but I'm not going" she said as she looked at her "you took my life away when you kept me here and cut all ties along with my scolorship to Spencer. If you think Im going to be a debutaunt your sadly mistakened" she said as she turned and closed the door on her mother. She flipped open her cell and dialed the Academy where she reenrolled herself without anyone's approval. "Thanks Jane, it'll be good to be back there." she said as she hung the phone up and began packing all her belongings once again. When finished she grabbed her laptop where she went online to her bank account and transferred every single cent she had into a spearate account that not even her parents could get into. Once that was done she grabbed her bags and walked out her door getting stopped by her mother "where do you think your going?" she asked as she saw the bags Breanna carried. "Well I was thinking and I'm gonna go stay at my real fathers house since you know my half sister is famous at being a debutant,<br /><br /> I'll learn the ropes from her" she said as she gave her mother a smile. As clueless as her mother was she actually agreeded to it. "Oh that is so wonderful my little peach, now dont forget the ball is in a few months and make sure to call me every night and tell me how things are going" she said as she hugged Breanna and jittered off with excitement. Breanna shook her head "like taking candy from a baby" she said as she grabbed her car keys and went out the front door to her car, packed her belongings into the car and drove off. The drive wasn't long, as she turned down the old dell road, a smile spread across her face as she spoke to herself "Home sweet home". The road was long and narrow at points, she had passed the old burnt down putnam barn where it did nothing but give her goosebumps. She continued driving down the road past the large estates where she knew who lived in each one of the four of them, she then drove past Nicky's the old hangout place where she had her first date with Caleb, then past the road that turned into a dead end where the colony house stood. Pulling up to the Academy the place was like a ghost school, no students where around due to the fact that school didn't start for another month. Breanna pulled into the front of the school and got out walking up the steps and into the building down to the registration office. Lucky Jane was still there when Breanna looked in the office. She opened the door and walked in "Jane" she said as she smiled "Breanna Winchester it's very nice to see you again and to have you back as one of our students. I'm sure your friends would love to see you again" she said as Breanna just nodded her head "Here's your dorm key, it's a private room this time" Jane said as Breanna thanked her "Thank you so much for the last minute enrollment. I'm just going to go move my things in and I'll see you when classes start in september" she said as she turned and walked out of the office. Finally home at last Breanna walked down the eerie hallway and out the front door to her car where she got in and drove past the boys dorms and pulled into the parkinglot of the girls dorms. She got out and grabbed most of her belongings at once and went her way to her dorm room. She wondered what everyone had been up to since she'd been gone as she made her way to the dorm room and unlocked it. She opened the door and smiled "Holy crap" she said as she looked around "this place is bigger then mine and Kates room two years ago, i could throw a party in this place" she said as she smiled placing her things down on the bed and then walked back out closing the door keys in hand as she went to grab the rest of her stuff.

Pronunciation: (rOl'plA") v.t. 1. To assume the attitudes, actions, and discourse of (another), esp. in a make-believe situation in an effort to understand a differing point of view or social interaction: Management trainees were given a chance to role-play labor negotiators. 2. To experiment with or experience (a situation or viewpoint) by playing a role: trainees role-playing management positions. -v.i. to engage in role-playing.The Lingo:RT- "real time": This refers to your real physical existence, the *player* and their life outside the "Game" of role-play.VT- "virtual time": This refers to your 'time' online, the people you meet here and the things you do when you're here.OOC- Out of Character: This means that you are speaking to others as your "player" - the person at the keyboard. It can also refer to knowledge your "player" has that your "character" does not. For example: you've talked to the player of the character " insert character's name here" and the player told you that  that "character" has a bad knee, it's his major weak spot. If you were to go into the rooms and your character - without learning this information "himself" and without a reason of established rp- immediately attacks the characters bum knee, it is considered very bad form. IC - In Character: This means that you - the player- are currently playing out your "character". You've left reality and you're acting as your character would. It also refers to knowledge that your character has gained on his own during a role-play session. A common pitfall that new role-players make is to get their OOC and their IC emotions and knowledges mixed up. For instance, just because that hot little vamp girl is coming on to your big stud vamp doesn't mean that her player wants to make a date for real life 'nookie" later.  Role Player's Creed  1. I will maintain the illusion of the game by staying in character whenever possible. I will withhold out of character comments until absolutely necessary and even then I will whisper or ICQ them to the other players.2. If I discuss the game with other players out of character, I will not allow my character to be influenced by this knowledge without express permission of the other players. I will take the time to allow my character to learn these things on his or her own during the course of the game.3. I will separate myself as a player from my character as much as possible. While I understand that a lot of myself goes into my character and because the game is so very intense often real emotions will be drawn from me as a player, I also understand that my character is not me.4. If I am not in the mood to play, I won't interrupt other people's games by coming into it out of character. I will find others who are not in character and go somewhere meant for out of character discussion. (note: will add more rules as an when i feel like it.)

Pronunciation: (rOl'plA") v.t. 1. To assume the attitudes, actions, and discourse of (another), esp. in a make-believe situation in an effort to understand a differing point of view or social interaction: Management trainees were given a chance to role-play labor negotiators. 2. To experiment with or experience (a situation or viewpoint) by playing a role: trainees role-playing management positions. -v.i. to engage in role-playing.The Lingo:RT- "real time": This refers to your real physical existence, the *player* and their life outside the "Game" of role-play.VT- "virtual time": This refers to your 'time' online, the people you meet here and the things you do when you're here.OOC- Out of Character: This means that you are speaking to others as your "player" - the person at the keyboard. It can also refer to knowledge your "player" has that your "character" does not. For example: you've talked to the player of the character " insert character's name here" and the player told you that  that "character" has a bad knee, it's his major weak spot. If you were to go into the rooms and your character - without learning this information "himself" and without a reason of established rp- immediately attacks the characters bum knee, it is considered very bad form. IC - In Character: This means that you - the player- are currently playing out your "character". You've left reality and you're acting as your character would. It also refers to knowledge that your character has gained on his own during a role-play session. A common pitfall that new role-players make is to get their OOC and their IC emotions and knowledges mixed up. For instance, just because that hot little vamp girl is coming on to your big stud vamp doesn't mean that her player wants to make a date for real life 'nookie" later.  Role Player's Creed  1. I will maintain the illusion of the game by staying in character whenever possible. I will withhold out of character comments until absolutely necessary and even then I will whisper or ICQ them to the other players.2. If I discuss the game with other players out of character, I will not allow my character to be influenced by this knowledge without express permission of the other players. I will take the time to allow my character to learn these things on his or her own during the course of the game.3. I will separate myself as a player from my character as much as possible. While I understand that a lot of myself goes into my character and because the game is so very intense often real emotions will be drawn from me as a player, I also understand that my character is not me.4. If I am not in the mood to play, I won't interrupt other people's games by coming into it out of character. I will find others who are not in character and go somewhere meant for out of character discussion. (note: will add more rules as an when i feel like it.)

1. Don't send me one-liners. I am a multi-para RPer; this means that there should be more than one paragraph or at least one long one. Sometimes, when the mood strikes me, I write a lot. I don't expect you to write as much as I do. I tolerate Novella though I do not judge by quantity but by quality as the two are not mutually exclusive. In short, be creative, be at least mildly descriptive, use proper English, and we'll be fine.2. Spelling mistakes and typos happen. Occasionally I will mess up as well. Try your best to write coherent paragraphs and I will do the same. 3. I am an original character, that means that I have done everything in my ability to properly integrate my character into the canon world of Harry Potter and I expect you to have done the same. I applaud originality and new characters; however, if your character's existence is not possible according to JKR's books, then I will not be able to play with you. This means, no Hermiones marrying Tom Riddle, no slutty Ginnys trying to get in my pants, and absolutely no sparkling vampires!4. You are not a deity, don't act like one. My character is mine to control. No moving her, no killing her, no doing anything without my consent.  5. Don't bring drama into my life. Lucy can be a bitch but that doesn't mean I'm one. IC drama makes things interesting and I'm always up for that but start being an OOC drama queen and I will delete you!6. Messages=OOCComments=ICI don't need my stories littered with plans for storylines. 7. I don't keep to the "You add, you start" rule. If you want to play, message me and we'll start something. I'm actually very personable, and as long as you're not a complete git, I'm sure we can work out something. 8. I am mainly Marauder Era, however, I will play this character during Trio era and 2nd gen on occasion. Proper back stories will be up eventually, for now message me for more information. I'm sure more will come to me but that's all for now. Look forward to playing with you all,-Lucy's creator

[Where Ever Home Is] Max, Alec [Wheel in the Sky]Springfield Missouri - All sorts of nine-miles distance high off discrete an local kruvitz (tighted assed) area. Limited allies provided an x-amount of coastal and solid ground granted in a mild public contaminated location - Alec states cause unlike New York's large ass crowds Springfield is redunant in forgotten cemented corners, it's a wise advantage for Division to utilized arcane (hidden) buildings. These apartments aren't available for an average curious wise-ass citizen who either will thrust themselves in the dead center of cross-fire or endanger a threat of exploitation against well you'd got the idea enough said. Milestones were wreckless scattered abundant against each-which direction possible. Rebellious or best said as maverick more of the idea stating the obvious micro rocks were detached therefore loner 'stones' stumbles weakened grunts underneath Alec's notorious readied-all battered beaten in leather masculine boot's rubber thick soles. Max prior disgraced-disappointed vast spill repeated in circulation rotation mode--as ifin hells bells a busted record boosted out in rockin' rythmns. --but Alec comprehended the actual underlined jacked-up concern due to legit obvious reasons of his immediate "leave of absence". Did he forget he had a team with Max? Not a damn second chance in hell. Did he forget the rest of their brothers and sisters in Seattle Washington [location of the Manticore transgenics aka Terminal City is.] -who yeah no doubt looked up an count on them? Again. Straight up? Hell no he hadn't forgot about responsibilites that also obide. A misunderstanding was definite in this whole ordeal--Alec's suffocated himself for a few months distant-discontent. Michael assigned Alec a specific task in terminating an evil son-of-a bitch masked under a spotted mole planted clues fixated on some random mojo inner dealings with a Reaper. Reaper? Ye'ah a reaper--it's not a coax Ames White has more then a damn share of hidden secrets stuffed up in a dark closet. Michael also insinutated haunted clouded questions contain answers that involve in the massacre of this weird might as well call it more of a hunt. It initiated the time David [Now Alec] migrated as Alec shallow flashbacks are as random as from the beginning but it increases more in the now. Unsettled blurr flashbacks status have intervene an unleashed seed and/or taunted truth.-----------[Where Ever Home Is] Max, Alec [Wheel in the Sky] 2Biological standards we're aware his birth name is [David] but it doesn't matter though--he breathes, exists and walks as Alec similar to the effect as Max a trained Manticore transgenic assassin escapee. A heightened "dangerous" quoted transgenic - except for he rather it he's called genetically empowered "Freak Nation." Brainwashed-slated cut clean of zero acknowledge of that past life--or does it? A pausible evidence there is minimal chance he's retained a stead-control handle has been an attempted series of questions as of late speaking now before weeks in Alec stumble across Springfield Missouri. Second month kicked-in his recruit process inside a damn mundane crucial governed ordered system, freakiest crap crashed havoc in obssessed pursuit of an obvious predetermined attention-as ifin fate had it's foul hand with a partner that allured him into Manticore. Imagine a ordane priest looking idiot cloaked. SOB obtained ugliest set of yellow hues. Manticore's brainwash convience BOOM! Never did that freak visited him again--or did it? Far as he is concerned meanwhile Manticore did a damn bang-up job there's a mishap in their malicious underground methods that was over-looked. --it is impossible to brainwash our DNA [genes] subconscious gut instincts gushed a rush each time Alec's been tested with a random supernatural hunt that's been involved in defending his current kind [trangenics like Max], or just about anyone. Samuel Campbell claimed in blunt informed words that under a predistined route integrated into who he's become forgetting that he obtains other obligations past on through DNA genes aren't gonna remain in silence. Those constant visions? Is what the hell those were--another words if Max an himself are going to keep up their bargain of protecting their kind--they've also got to hunt evil sons of bitches too everyone is effected. Suttle weak manifesting rockin' noise ached reimburst attention. An assumed muscular auto-shape disguised under a pressured piece of motor hoggish rag tarped over. Winter is here again oh Lord, Haven't been home in a year or more. I hope she holds on a little longer, sent a letter on a long summer day Made of silver , not clay. Ooh, I've been runnin' down this dusty road. Ooh, the wheel in the sky keeps on turnin' I don't know where I'll be tomorrow Wheel in the sky keeps on turnin'. I've been trying to make it home Got to make it before too long. Ooh, I can't take this very much longer, no I'm stranded in the sleet and rain. Don't think I'm ever gonna make it home again The mornin' sun is risin' It's kissing the day. Ooh, the wheel in the sky keeps on turnin' I don't know where I'll be tomorrow Wheel in the sky keeps on turnin'....Journey's beats were abit off.  A spontaneous broken record unleashed with each increased volume tapped that gravitated Alec's stead-fast awokened curious demeanor. Slained expression wrinkled against his manly forehead while his ocean blue hues an unknown covered vehicle until he swiftly peels it with a vast motivated suspense rush. You know the feeling at the drawn second your adrenaline triggered to that anticipation mode and wait isn't an option. Music stauls more or less phased as if the appeal is satisfied of obtained success in producing an attentive statement after grabbing at Alec's attention.[Where Ever Home Is] Max, Alec [Wheel in the Sky] 3 Re-introduced zooming in on those notorious vigorous manly rubber soles degraded distilled pavement isolated underneath a mega-hot sweet set of firestone wheels, so the hood could use some reinstalled repairs but man her engine will purr after he gets his hands under it. Identical zest for thirst in life a solid black Impala -don't get your panties in knots. It isn't the same but she'd pass for a twin. "Max..." Alec's full-toned notorious voice semi-echoed at initiated claim of Max's full attention adjusted towards his direction, just about a adjacent cock-eyed vacant right in about ten inches across of the two enlarge towered apartment buildings on the opposite side. " There isn't a whole lot for you to go on. What I am getting at as far as a referrence to you're trust in me after nothing spoken in months about the time after I had left. Hell...I can't even dig enough reasons not to blame you. It is important you understand that it wasn't me having zero interest in our team. Matter of fact to be open about it---it was more of an aim to protect everyone else around me until I figured out this none-stop burden that's been consistent inside my head for the past year. There is this man Samuel Campbell, he claimed when making himself clear that this life during an after the whole Manticore scenario wasn't going to be the one thing important or set in a "pre-destined" route. Protect other transgenics that are like us Max we're going to have do our business to eliminate all the evil sons of bitches as we possibly can." continued but brief he discussed in progressed explainations. Alec strains a vivid scatter of his broad-dark manly hues as he'd articulate semi stimulated straches abruptly against his upper left jaw-line with the stub edge of his middle finger.Stimultaneous motioned shifts staked about over his broad muscular left shoulder where his ocean blue hues claims Max's---he reaches out for a claimed handle of her lower region of her slender female arm, bout an inch below the rim of her petite elbow he was clever an slick in stealing her attention. " Your question earlier? Whether or not I wanted to be out of reach of you? Yeah...don't think so. It wasn't what I wanted either Max...as long as we're on a out in the open kick here. I'll be up front about being attracted to you but never did I thought I was "good" enough." Alec exhaled sighs escaped in sync with a blunt confession outta both ends his broad nustrils and manly folds. And as far as he is concerned Max has been his woman-a semi motioning mischief trademark smirk reserves in the dent of his manly folds corners while he invited Max's enticeable curvacious woman figure into his masculine textured manly arms.

The Playby: I am not Kate Beckinsale. I do not claim to be I am just using her likeness to bring Isabella to life; please understand that. If you can't then i wonder how you managed to get through my usually strict screening and would ask you to remove yourself and save me the trouble of doing so. I do know how to use the delete button and im not afraid of doing so. RP Presence:I am not on all the time, there are times I log on do nothing and leave, there are times i log on and post bulletins and little else it's my prerogative, i do what i feel like. Do not start asking where your replies are or moan that I haven't read something because my messages often go days before i can be bothered to open them, then again I might just be being a bitch as usual. Im not the kind of person that goes chasing after their comments but there comes a time when I will just get bored of waiting. There are a few exceptiosn to this rule, those people know who they are. RP Style: I role play in first and third person, if you have an objection to first or third let me know and I will tailor my replies to you. My chosen format ranges from para to multi para and at times I have been known to do novella. The one thing I really don't like is one liner's. I will do them for a while then all interest drops; I need something to work with after all.  OOC:I am a private person, what I chose to reveal is up to me and if you start asking me things that I don't want to answer I will shut you down pure and simple although some days ill just ramble my head off. Eh you pay your money you take your chances. But i will ask you to respect that this is a role play profile, therefore I come to role play not to be asked about my life. Again there are exceptions to this rule, those people already know who they are, iv being rping Isabella Sky for about four years now so I have people i consider friends on other sites and one so far that has ventured here, they are pretty much exempt from every rule. Yeah sure there will be some that take liberty with that. Some OOC will always be required for discussing story line potential but outside the realm of sl I wont go there. Messages Vs Comments:Messages are for discussions comments are for role play. I won't hide my role play in messages because I don't believe it is a sordid thing to be ashamed of. I take great pride in my writing, I happen to think that I am not bad at it. Of course there are some exceptions to the rule but those people already know who they are. If necessity dictates I will role play in blogs. Age Disclaimer:I am over the age of 18 and it is my choice to decide that i will not be rping with any character that acts like a five year old. Guess what i can fight, i can swear and i can fuck with the best of them. I like my storylines to be more than just a banal word play, it should be engaging and i believe that is hard to do with younger role players so they will be removed from my list if they slip past the screening process. This profile will role play mature subjects so yes there will be swearing, violence, sex etc. Stealing:I would like to state that Isabella's bio has been constructed from the voices inside my head, you know the ones that dont like you. Yes you, they like me, their my voices of course they like me. As adults id like you to respect that i took the time to come upwith things on my own, that i took time and effort to put words together and try and spill the contents of my head onto the page. If your a role player you will understand that, let your own imagination run free after all thats why you are here. I spend time editing my pictures, im not saying they are fantastic but i found them, i worked on them for the reason of making them look a little different. Go search the web its why they invented search engines. This page is protected by copyscape, stealing will result in deletion no questions asked. Drama/Godmoding:I have been role playing for over four years, writing even longer than that and i am well aware that drama is an integral part of any story line but that doesn't mean I want it constantly. Don't go throwing you shit at me. Work it into the storyline. In saying that I accept drama, it's only in character. Please don't come at me with he did this she did that I don't want to listen to it. My time is precious I want to enjoy it not play devils advocate. Godmoding should be kept to a minimum. Like I said I have been writing for long enough and I am more than capable of controlling for myself please dont try to do it for me, it gets my goat. Spying: My comments are covered for aesthetic reasons only and for the fact that the comments on my page are really only meant for my eyes it is my profile after all so why would whats written be there for you to read. In saying that i know people are still going to pry, enjoy there is nothing in there i am ashamed off. I have written with some very talented writers before and I have nothing to hide but really id rather you came to my profile to write than just pry. Im a pretty open and honest person and it pisses me off when my page hits jump double digits yet there is no comments being left. Relationships: Realtionships happen by  mutual consent. I don't like being pushed into things, I do things at my own pace I hope you can respect that. Isabella will be faithful. Just like her writer she doesn't believe in cheating, she has enough self respect for herself and the person she is involved with to remain faithful.  My relationship is my business and no one else but my rp partner please repsect our privacy as the case maybe. Death: Isabella is under my control, that means she will only be dying in a mode of my choice. Come at me all you want but i wont let you chose when to terminate her life. I do not abide by people announcing my death etc, get a grip people. Thank you for taking the time to read these, im really not a bitch sometimes its just better to lay out expectations and guidelines at the start. I really am a friendly person, so please feel free to drop me a message and we can work out storylines. Isabella's Writer.

R U L E S:1. Disclaimer: I am not Emma Watson. I'm just a fan of hers; Honestly if I were to be her I really don't think I would be on here roleplaying myself; I think Emma has more important things to do than be on myspace roleplaying herself. Common sense, people- This isn't real. I am also not affiliated with her in any shape or form. I am just using her face for roleplaying purposes only. So don't even think about asking me.2. I'm a multi-para roleplayer, I cannot do novella that is too long for me to write..sorry not sorry.3. Storylines: If you want to discuss a storyline please send me a message, or a comment either one is fine.4. Relationships: It will date anyone if you are interests in my character, if not oh well sh*t happens right? I do ship Dramione, but that doesn't mean I can date other characters.5. Real Life: I am 27 years, I work part-time and I am also a mother of a 3 year old son; I'll reply once I have a free time or when I am off from work.6. Sex+:  We're all mature adults here so sex is fine with me.7. Grammar and Spellings: Nobody in this effin' world is perfect so i make a lots of mistakes when it comes to writing starters and replies. If my starter or reply doesn't make sense just tell me and don't be afraid to come forward please. English isn't my second language. 8. Starters & Replies: If you are interested on a starter we first have to discuss a story-line than once the whole situation is set on the story-line i can send the starter to you or vice versa you can send it to me.When it comes to replies, Some role players burly role play with me so i will be happy if people would role play with me more because every time i get on i don't have jack sh*t in here it's f***ing depressing! So if i end up role playing with a lot of people and i have to reply back please be patient.9. I think that's about it if i miss anything please let me know.If you read so far up to rule #9 Tell me who do you ship of any character in Harry Potter Series; After that Sign your first name,middle name and last name and LEAVE ME KUDOS. Gosh does used to be fun back in myspace 2005. OH that reminds me i come from MYSPACE 2005 so if you do too WELCOME BACK! I'm glad you are back to the ROLE PLAYING WORLD.10. Drama free here, No childish crap allow here.Sincerely,- Hermione Jean  Granger a.k.a.-MIONE.PS: Must follow the rules like i will follow yours.

First and foremost, I am NOT Kristen Stewart nor am I Isabella Swan. She is a made up character from the brilliant mind of Stephenie Meyer. Also, I highly doubt Miss. Stewart has time to roleplay. If you ask me if I am either one, I will delete you.1. I am a literate roleplayer. Please keep that in mind. I'm not going to be grr about it, but ALSO keep in mind that what you send me, you will get in return. If you send me a paragraph, which I pray to GOD that you don't, that is what you shall receive. 2. I'm a veteran roleplayer. What that means is that I have been around since 2007. BEFORE Novella was cool, BEFORE everyone cared about their layouts and who was snooping around. BEFORE people cared about how their pictures were. What it boils down to is this: I know what I'm doing when it comes to roleplay.3. The whole you add you start rule is bullshit. 4. DO NOT STEAL MY SHIT! You'll be blacklisted with the quickness. Everything is tagged with my name and my user ID. Please. For the love of God do NOT steal. If you see something of mine and you like it, ASK and I will make you something if I have time.5. Twilight Verse is full of drama. We ALL know that. Don't bring that to me. I'm 23 in real life and will NOT get into an argument over the computer with a little 14 year old.6. Speaking of.. NO TEENY BOPPERS! At least 18 please.7. I don't mind accepting/adding other Bella's. NO, that doesn't mean that I'm going to steal your stuff. I add and talk to everyone. I ask that you please go over rule number four if you are a Bella or anybody else.8. I take my time with replies and starters. I also believe in quality over quantity. Please be patient when it comes to replies and starters as I do have a real life. Also messages are for sl discussion. Comments are for roleplaying. The only way I'll roleplay in messages is if it's with my Edward ;D9. Have fun. We're all here for the same thing. Please just keep that in mind. Regardless of what you think, we are all here to write. I'm not here to sit at a computer and make my layout better than other people's or my pictures better than others. We come to roleplay to escape real life. Roleplay shouldn't be filled with drama UNLESS IT IS STORYLINE MATERIAL. Again, keep that in mind with me. *Update*As I have stated, I do not like drama so please don't bring that to me. I'm literally Switzerland. Regardless if you're a friend or not, I like to hear both sides of the story. If I'm not there to actually see what has happened, I will NOT take sides. That would be wrong of me to do so. I will do my best to try and help in any way that I can for both sides. It's not because I'm being nosy or butting my head where it doesn't belong. I'm an old fashioned roleplayer. I like peace between everyone. Of course, that isn't going to happen but I like to do my part to assist in a calm and stress free environment for all. Now if you're my friend and you approach me saying block so and so or don't talk to so and so, don't expect me to do that. I talk to EVERYONE. I don't care if I talk to you and you don't like who else I talk to. Who I speak to has nothing to do with you. Unless someone is coming at me personally, I won't pass judgment. Please keep that in mind. I'm an adult in RL and I handle situations as an adult should. I just ask that you do the same ♥

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NOTE: I am not, nor do I know, Georgie Henley. I use her to show to other writers what I believe Lucy to look like. Of course, her being in the films just made it easier. But regardless. I am not Georgie! And if you think I am... Why? oo1. I am a multi-para/novella roleplayer. What this means is that I do not write one liners. I won't respond to one liners, plain and simple. I like to write a story. While I do state I can do novella, sometimes I struggle. But never fear, I will always be able to handle doing multi-para.oo2. The Edits you find on my page and in my albums are edited all by me. Which means, do not steal my work. The layout I use was created by a rec site. You can find the credit on my page if you look hard enough.oo3. No godmodding, no automodding, frankly, no modding at all. Don't control me. Don't control Lucy. I can handle it pretty well myself, thanks.oo4. Delaying in replies/starters MAY happen.I have a very busy life in RL. I work Mon-Fri in the afternoon. I volunteer at a church on Wednesdays and I have a social life. Do not think I'm ignoring you, because I'm not. Real Life has a tight hold on me, but I'm trying to loosen the load so I can get back into writing once again.oo5. Stealing is a huge no-no for me. I will learn of it, and when I do, I will report and block you. End of story.Stated already in a previous rule. Just don't do it.oo6. Lucy will not be showing you the way into Narnia. Lucy isn't your guide. I'm opened to many connections, but Hogwarts is not one of them.Here's the thing. Sure, Lucy found Narnia in a wardrobe, but here's the thing. Lucy isn't your compass to Narnia. She can't just willingly take you there. I'm opened to other worlds entering Narnia (i.e Lord of The Rings for example) but don't assume she can show you to Narnia. I'm very opened, however, to some connections with Once Upon a Time roleplayers.oo7. Romantic relationships.Yes, they will happen. Lucy was seventeen in the last battle. She's grown up, she's opened to relationships. With that being said, I do enjoy myself some Caspian/Lucy. I am opened to Lucy/OC, but it has to be good. I won't write sex scenes. Thanks, but no thanks.oo8. No harming my girl.Lucy will not be the victim of your kidnapping, rape, or murder storyline. I simply won't do it. The only time I will accept kidnapping is if it's a good way for the storyline. Say Lucy got captured and has to break free, or something. But I will not victim my girl to Rape or Murder. That's just insane.oo9. Spelling and grammar.This is important to me! while I understand some people still might struggle (I, myself still do) please take the time to proof-read your starter/reply. I like to make sense of what I'm replying to.oo10. I'm a Narnia/Fantasy writer.Which means, obviously, that I will write with the general of Fantasy writers. Once Upon a Time, The Lord of the Rings, etc. I'm welcomed to Game of Thrones arc, if we can manage it and make it happen.oo11. Mains.I understand that, yes, mains are important. However, I don't easily make someone my mains. I like someone who understands their character. Who understands them and gets them and has fun writing them. Being fun out of character is always nice, too. At the moment (1.15.2016) I have one main and I am more than ready to welcome more.oo12. I roleplay both eras. Book and Film.I've read the books, I loved them. I've seen the movies, loved them just as much. If you want to write from anywhere, please don't be afraid to ask. I love writing both!oo13. Mature themes can and will happen.Now, I don't mean Lucy will swear like a sailor and strip, heavens no. But what I mean is, there could easily be blood and gore moments. Depressing moments. I do enjoy battles and writing them are so much fun. I don't mind swearing, but Lucy will not do it.oo14. Drama.In-Character drama? Yes! Let's go for it! Bring on the dramatic scenes and woes! Out-Of-Character drama? No, thank you. You can leave that at the door and don't bring it in with you. I've already dealt with drama before and I will not stay with it. Cause drama and I will disappear faster than you can type Aslan.oo15. I've been roleplaying Lucy since 2007. Yes. That's almost ten years of writing as Lucy. Now, I do not count myself as the original Lucy. I started back on MySpace and at one point, had my name set to "The Original Lucy Pevensie" due to the fact that old Lucys had disappeared and for awhile, I was the only active one. I later moved to SiteModel, becoming the first Lucy there. I then relocated to here, roleplayer.me. I was the first one created here, as well. As such, I do like to claim the title as the first Lu on SiteModel/RPM. But trust me on this, I think I'm sure I know how to write Lucy. She's a little part of me that's blossomed into something beautiful. Narnia/Lucy is a big part of me, I will not lose it. Keep to these terms and we'll get along nicely!

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I am not Oliver Phelps, do not claim to be. Nor am I George Weasley, he's a fictional character. I am just a roleplayer, and do this solely for entertainment purposes. 1.) I am a para/multi-para  rper. Please don't send me one liners, they tend to get boring. I have no problem with them if we are just chatting and goofing off. During role play I would appreciate the same in return, if I take the time to write out one or two paragraphs at least try and send back the same. Nothing is more insulting than spending ten to fifteen minutes or more doing a rather good reply/starter and getting a dismal one in return.2.) Please use English.. and try to use quotation marks when speaking. If I can't make out what your saying I will not answer you. Please use third or second person, first person annoys me. And NO text talk..3.)I am not a MSRP. I will not have more than one girlfriend. I will rp with you but I will not form a romantic relationship with you. I may shag you if I'm single, but that's about it. I will not rush into a relationship, I want to rp with the person and see if we click. If and when I choose a girl, she will be my only and I will not cheat and expect the same in return. Would prefer a Katie Bell or Verity (as long as playbys are a curvy pretty blond)4.) I am an adult rp, so there will be adult themes in my rps. Including Sex, alcohol, swearing. If any of this offends you, please message me and I will try and keep it out of our rp. With that said do not hack my comments, you may see the above and I don't want to hear you bitch. This is your warning.5.)I only rp in comments, messages are for ooc stuff. Please don't comment me or message me asking if I want to rp. Please just send a starter, for I'm not the best at them, but will try if I have too. A side note, I will not go too ooc with you. Theres only a select few I will. I do have aim, I will give it to those that wish. But DO NOT im me with petty shit and to entertain you, I WILL NOT drop everything to be your personal 'court jester'.6.) Drama.. please keep ooc drama away from me. I don't want to hear it, I'm here to have fun not get depressed (again only my close mates I'll deal with this.). Drama in rp is fine as long as it isn't too over the top. 7.)Picture comments, whore for whore, ect.. I will do just let me know. I do get behind so if I forget message me and remind me nicely and I will get to it.8.) I do not like rp that Fred dies, that is depressing. And please before sending me a Deathly Hallows starters message me to discuss it first. I will Rp that I lost an ear.If you've read these, sign with "George is more wicked than Fred." and your favorite WWW product. That's all I can think of, I'll add more as I think of them.

Gallifreyans, despite being outwardly indistinguishable from humans, had a variety of biological differences that set them apart. Most of the known information on Gallifreyans is based on Time Lords, particularly the Doctor. It has been unclear for some time if the terms "Gallifreyan" and "Time Lord" are interchangeable, or if "Time Lord/Lady" is a specific rank within the society, possibly with some specialised abilities. Consequently, the following articles may have some inaccuracies due to these biases. It is believed that many traits of the Time Lords developed over time due to exposure to the Time Vortex. This was possible for humans as well as Gallifreyans, as River Song also developed some of these traits, having been concieved within the Vortex itself.TaxonomyThe Gallifreyans were classified by humans as Dominus temporis. (NSA: The Last Dodo) Despite appearances, the Gallifreyans were more related to Terileptils than Humans. (DW: The Visitation) The Doctor also once stated that he was "not an ape" (DW: Cold Blood) and that they did not evolve from apes. (DW: The Doctor's Daughter).He may also simply have meant that he was not human, as the Silurians to which he was speaking referred to humans as "apes". External appearanceExternally, Gallifreyans were identical to humans, though they tended to have a mostly Eurasian appearance. Hair and eye colour were of any colour found among humans. (NSA: The Last Dodo) Teeth were indistinguishable from human teeth. (DW: The Gunfighters, Utopia) The Doctor, especially his Seventh incarnation, appeared to have uncertain eye colours. Whether this was an actual ability of the Gallifreyans to change their eye colours or simply due to others' perception is unknown. (NA: Blood Heat, Legacy) ResilienceGallifreyans were, on the whole, extremely tough and resilient. An average Gallifreyan was superior to a human at their peak. (DWN: Doctor Who and the Terror of the Autons)Gallifreyans could survive falls (and probably many other physical stresses) which would shatter the bones of humans. (DW: The End of Time) Gallifreyans could survive extreme cold (DW: The Tomb of the Cybermen, The Seeds of Doom, The Ribos Operation, 42, The Infinite Quest, Planet of the Ood) and extreme heat (DW: The End of the World). They could even survive the subzero temperatures and extremely low pressure of vacuum for around 6 minutes (DW: Four to Doomsday), as well as electric shocks that would be fatal to humans (DW: Genesis of the Daleks, Terror of the Zygons, World War Three, Evolution of the Daleks, The Vampires of Venice, The Pandorica Opens). R�ntgen radiation affected Gallifreyans so minimally that Gallifreyan children were routinely given radioactive toys in the nursery. They could, at will, absorb very high doses of R�ntgen radiation, transform it into a form harmless to humans, and expel it from their bodies. (DW: Smith and Jones) Radiation of other kinds could be fatal, but even then a Gallifreyan could hold out for a while after receiving these lethal doses. (DW: Planet of the Spiders, The End of Time)Gallifreyans needed less sleep than humans, and could make do with as little as an hour. (DW: The Talons of Weng-Chiang, DWN: The Highlanders)A severely-injured Gallifreyan would generally slip into a healing coma, and devote all his or her energy to healing the injury. While in the coma, they would appear to be dead. (DW: Inferno, Planet of the Daleks, The Doctor's Daughter)Time Lords also seem to have an increased resilience to higher frequencies of sound (DW: The Christmas Invasion, Partners in Crime)Gallifreyans could be disabled by a blow to the left shoulder, which possessed a vulnerable nerve cluster. (NA: Set Piece)LifespanEven without regeneration, Gallifreyans had considerable lifespans. Within one regeneration, Gallifreyans could live for hundreds of years, yet look much younger than a human of equivalent age. When artificially aged 500 years, the Fourth Doctor looked like an elderly human (DW: The Leisure Hive), whereas his eleventh incarnation looked the same 200 years apart (DW: The Impossible Astronaut).However, Gallifreyan children and teenagers grew at about the same rate as humans of the same age. (DW: An Unearthly Child, The Sound of Drums) After this point, aging would slow, with the Gallifreyan looking like a teenager for decades. (EDA: Legacy of the Daleks) Ninety years was still considered childhood. (DW: The Stolen Earth)The maximum lifespan of Time Lords was unknown. The Second Doctor once stated, that barring accidents, they could live forever. (DW: The War Games) They considered 750 middle-age. (DW: Pyramids of Mars)SensesGallifreyans had all the senses possessed by humans, and to generally superior degrees. Gallifreyans also had extraordinary reflexes and precision timing, literally superhuman. (DWN: Doctor Who and the Terror of the Autons, DW: The End of the World, The Doctor's Daughter) The doctor even states that their reflexes are ten times a humans once. (The Time Monster) Gallifreyans also showed great hand-eye coordination and dexterity with a wide variety of tool and weapons. (DW: The Android Invasion, Human Nature, The Pirate Planet) Gallifreyans (at least, of younger bodies) were, consequently, very physically able. The Third Doctor was a martial arts master, the Fifth Doctor (much like, latently, the Tenth) was a skilled cricketer , and the Eleventh Doctor discovered a natural talent for football. (DW: The Lodger)Sight: Gallifreyan eyes were better at seeing in the dark and could gather and enhance available light. (NA: Lucifer Rising) They were capable of noticing even small objects or details from distances of at least twenty feet away (DW: The Eleventh Hour) as well as people that were quite a distance away. (DW: The Hungry Earth)Hearing: The Doctor exhibited Gallifreyan hearing by perceiving sounds from the TARDIS, while located several sections away, aboard the airship Valiant. (DW: The Sound of Drums)Taste: Using taste, the Doctor was able to identify the blood type of a sample. (DW: The Christmas Invasion, NA: Bad Therapy) He was also able to identify types of wood (DW: Tooth and Claw) and of metal. (DW: The Idiot's Lantern) The Doctor was also able to tell how much a shed had aged via taste. (DW: The Eleventh Hour) He was also able to determine the chemical and mineral composition of blue grass by tasting it. (DW: The Hungry Earth) He could tell where the four TARDIS blue envelopes were made from taste. (DW: Day of the Moon)Smell: The Gallifreyan sense of smell was equal to their sense of taste. (NSA: Wishing Well) They could do a chemical analysis of the air using their sense of smell. (DWN: Doctor Who and the Carnival of Monsters) On some occasions Time Lords were also able to judge what time period and location they were in by the smell of the air. (WC:Scream of the Shalka, DW: The Unicorn and the Wasp) Gallifreyans were capable of locating one another over great distances through "smell". (DW: The End of Time) Proprioception: Gallifreyans were better at coping with sudden changes in position than humans and were harder to disorient. (NSA: The Forever Trap) As well as the senses shared with humans, Gallifreyans had further senses, with at least an undefined Sixth Sense. (NSA: Wishing Well) Gallifreyans had time- and spatial-related senses and physical attributes; they were able to resist fields of slow time (DW: The Time Monster, Invasion of the Dinosaurs), notice distortions and jumps in time (DW: Invasion of the Dinosaurs, City of Death, The Lodger), directly perceive the interstellar motions of cosmological bodies or their inhabitants (DW: Rose), and perceive all possible timelines (DW: The Parting of the Ways, The Fires of Pompeii). Gallifreyans were also able to sense the presence of others of their own species, with the sense being specific enough to allow identification of one another just by sight, regardless of potential recent regeneration. (DW: The Sound of Drums)Internal anatomyBody temperatureGallifreyans had an internal body temperature of about 60 degrees Fahrenheit (16 degrees Celsius). (REF: Doctor Who: The Visual Dictionary) While recovering from a serious injury, it could drop spontaneously to below-freezing temperatures. (DW: Planet of the Daleks)Oddly, no humans pointed out the differences in temperatures by touch. This might mean that this was a core temperature, whereas their skin temperature was closer to those of a human. The BrainEditThe Time Lord brain was much larger and more complex than the human brain. The size differences effectively ruled out brain transplants from a Gallifreyan to a human. (DW: The Brain of Morbius) They had a highly advanced form of photographic memory, able to recall every detail of even the most insignificant moments in time. (DW: The Eleventh Hour) The Timewyrm noticed that on a quantum level, the Doctor's brain could receive information from possible futures, possibly without even realizing it consciously. (NA: Timewyrm: Revelation) Time Lords could also separate the hemispheres of their brain, allowing them to multitask easily. (PDA: Island of Death)Time Lords had an additional brain lobe dedicated to mechanical and other bodily functions, freeing up the other lobes for intellectual endeavours. (BFA: Spare Parts)Time Lords displayed the ability of touch-enabled mental manipulation; this has manifested itself in a number of different ways, including hypnosis (DW: Terror of the Autons, The Ribos Operation), mind-reading (DW: The Girl in the Fireplace), thought sharing (DW: The End of Time), the ability to relieve dementia (at least externally caused dementia) (DW: The Shakespeare Code), mentally influncing the dreams of others (DW: The Eleventh Hour) and memory erasure (DW: Journey's End). They were also capable of quickly transferring knowledge to another person by headbutting them. (DW: The Lodger)The Gallifreyans were telepathically linked to one another and were even capable of joining the entire Time Lord intelligence as one. (DW: The Invisible Enemy) They also held telepathic conversations over distances, but this is implied to have been more difficult. (DW: The Sensorites, The Three Doctors, The Pirate Planet) They could also converse with each over the astral plane, although this ability required intense concentration, and for someone to interrupt would result in possibly fatal consequences for the Time Lord in question. (DW: The Two Doctors) Their telepathy also extended to less intelligent animals. (DW: The Lodger) In ancient times, Gallifreyans who were capable of blocking out the telepathic thoughts of other Gallifreyans were called Individuals. These usually had red-gold hair and often went on to become Young Heroes. (NA: Cat's Cradle: Time's Crucible)Time Lords were vulnerable to powerful hypnosis, such as the Morpho employed or the Great Vampires. (DW: The Keys of Marinus, State of Decay) However other forms of mind control they were more resiliant if not immune to. (DW: The War Machines, The Green Death)Skeletal structureGallifreyan skeletal structure was identical to human skeletal structure, with the exception of the rib cage: Gallifreyans had 26 ribs, two more than humans. (NA: Blood Heat)Circulatory systemGallifreyan blood was different in composition from human blood, as well as darker in colour and with a slight orange tinge to it. (DW: The Two Doctors, NA: The Left-Handed Hummingbird) The differences were readily apparent under a microscope. (DW: Spearhead from Space, The Invisible Enemy, Doctor Who) It was highly adaptive, with regenerative properties. (NSA: The Art of Destruction) It didn't have the same A and B types as human blood (i.e., the A and B antibodies were not present), the extra-cellular matrix was incompatible with Earth-based life and the structure of haemoglobin was different. (NSA: The Art of Destruction, DW: The Invisible Enemy, EDA: Placebo Effect)Binary vascular systemGallifreyans naturally born before the time of Rassilon and Pythia had two hearts. (NA: Cat's Cradle: Time's Crucible, Lungbarrow)Accounts differ as to the vascular systems of Gallifreyans in their first incarnation. Some accounts indicate that Gallifreyans normally had two hearts even in their first body. (CC: Frostfire, DW: The Doctor's Daughter) Other accounts indicate that Oldblood Gallifreyans Loomed after the Pythia's curse of sterility emerged with a single heart and gained their second only after their first regeneration, (MA: The Man in the Velvet Mask) while those of Newblood houses sprang from the Looms with two hearts from the outset. (NA: Christmas on a Rational Planet)A Gallifreyan could survive with only one heart, should the other be punctured or destroyed, though he or she would be weakened greatly. (MA: Managra, EDA: The Adventuress of Henrietta Street, DW:The Shakespeare Code) Even if all the blood were removed from one cardiovascular system, the Gallifreyan could still survive. A Gallifreyan in total cardiac arrest would need CPR on both hearts. (DW: Smith and Jones) Regeneration would become impossible if both hearts were burnt out simultaneously. (DW: Forest of the Dead)Gallifreyans could, with training, gain conscious control over their hearts, enabling them to stop their hearts and feign death, (DW: Destiny of the Daleks) and could slow them down significantly (DW: Terror of the Zygons, NSA: Wishing Well). A dual cardiovascular system being more efficient, Gallifreyans had a resting pulse of as few as 10 beats per minute. (DW: Spearhead from Space) Under stress, the hearts' rate could seem dangerously fast and irregular to human doctors. (DW: Doctor Who) Two pulses could be detected in the wrist. (DW: The Five Doctors, Time and the Rani)Respiratory systemIn order to use their two hearts, Gallifryans had an advanced respiratory system. Instead of large lungs, they had a series of pulmonary tubes parallel to the lymphatic system. This made them positively buoyant, allowing them to swim with ease. (PDA: Island of Death) They could also survive longer without much oxygen, past the point where a Human would be unconscious. (DW: The Ark in Space, The Two Doctors, Smith and Jones, NA: Legacy) Despite this, Gallifreyans (especially frailer individuals) could be affected by altitude sickness. (DWN: Marco Polo)Like most aspects of Gallifreyan physiology, the respiratory system was largely under conscious control. Gallifreyans could, at will, enter a trance state which reduced the need for oxygen. (DW: Terror of the Zygons, Four to Doomsday) Gallifreyans also had a respiratory bypass system, which allowed them to survive strangulation (DW: Pyramids of Mars, NA: Human Nature), avoid breathing poison gas (DW: The Two Doctors), and stave off drowning. (MA: Killing Ground)Gallifreyans were immune to the effect of helium gas, which could make human voices sound high-pitched and squeaky (though this is implied to be a learned technique rather than an innate ability). (DW: The Robots of Death)Other OrgansThe skin of a Gallifreyan had extra subdural and subcutaneous layers compared to that of a human, adding considerably to its durability and damage resistance. Gallifreyan skin tended to reject foreign objects such as subcutaneous implants or tags relatively quickly, (MA: Burning Heart) though such implants have been deliberately retained on occasion, suggesting this to be another consciously controllable ability. (DW: Day of the Moon)The Gallifreyans had two livers. (EDA: Halflife) They also had several organs which had no analogue in humans. (EDA: Placebo Effect)Gallifreyan physiology has been described by a human medic as having "four of everything he should have two of and two of everything else." (MA: Burning Heart.)BiochemistryOn the whole, Gallifreyan biochemistry seems to have been quite similar to human biochemistry: they could eat anything humans could and could breathe in the atmosphere of Earth. (NA: The Left-Handed Hummingbird)Gallifreyan biochemistry, like many other aspects of Gallifreyan physiology, was subject to the conscious control of the individual. For example, a Gallifreyan was able to counteract the negative properties of Psilocybin by modifying the chemicals into something harmless, though the techniques were not foolproof and drug overdoses were still possible. (NA: The Left-Handed Hummingbird) Similarly, though Gallifreyans were susceptible to the intoxicating effects of alcohol, they could easily shrug off the effects when they needed to. (PDA: The Quantum Archangel, DW: The Girl in the Fireplace) As with humans, however, excessive consumption could produce a hangover. (BBCR: Slipback) Ginger beer would also reduce their ability to tolerate alcohol. (BFA: The Kingmaker)Some Human medicines seem to have worked on Gallifreyans as well as humans: some sleep-inducing drugs or toxic gases, for example. (DW: The Brain of Morbius) Anaesthetic gases of the type commonly administered before surgery, however, did not work well on Gallifreyans; a much greater quantity of anaesthetic must be administered, and even then it may not work completely. (DW: Doctor Who) Aspirin was toxic to Gallifreyans; a single dose could kill one. (DW: The Mind of Evil, NA: The Left-Handed Hummingbird) It was said to either fatally stop platelet aggregation (BFA: The Condemned), cause massive allergic, pulmonary and cerebral embolism (MA: Burning Heart), or interfere with the hormone receptor intermediaries (EDA: The Taking of Planet 5). Death could be prevented by entering a deep coma which was outwardly mistakable for death (MA: Burning Heart), or by ingesting chocolate. (BFA: The Condemned)Other sleep-inducing drugs, although effective, due to a Gallifreyans resilience, the effects would take roughly twice as long as with humans, even if the Time Lord in question took double the dosage that the humans had. (DW: The Androids of Tara)Gallifreyans were as susceptible as humans to the devastating effect of spectrox poisoning; spectrox toxaemia proceeded at roughly the same rate in both species, though a Gallifreyan, being tougher, would not succumb as quickly. (DW: The Caves of Androzani) They could counteract cyanide poisoning, given a number of ingredients including ginger beer, something salty (but not salt), protein and a physical or mental shock, but only if done very soon after the cyanide is ingested. (DW: The Unicorn and the Wasp)During a decontamination attempt by Silurians intended for humans, the Eleventh Doctor claimed that removing the germs would remove half of the things keeping him alive, suggesting further differences. (DW: Cold Blood)