Tueur ~ Hitwomen

[Isabelle/Adair]

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Normal Appearance

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Hit Appearance

Name: Isabelle McDonald
Alias: Tueur (Tour), French for Killer
Age: 18
Occupation: Professional Hitwomen
Personality:

Tueur is actually one of the sweetest people you'll ever meet. Which is shocking considering that she is a hitwomen. Well, they say that the seriel killers are actually some of the nicest. So why shouldn't the same be true for hitwomen? Regardless of her personality outside her occupation, Tueur is very good at her job. She is cautious and careful. Although in the real world, that trait has hindered her ability to make friends and keep them. Still, Tueur is meticulous, making her one of the best and most accurate hitmen in the country. And she is a women!

Tueur typically can't stand company from others, even though she had to relate to people for her job. As any self-respecting hitman, she is able to create an entirely false identity. She typically uses Adair Egoistic. Currently Isabelle McDonald is just an innocent British immigrant. Adair Egoistic however is classified as a highly dangerous Serial Killer.

History:

Are you sure you want to ask me about my past? It's not a tale to be spun for the young and weak. I scare myself sometimes...

Well, for starters, let's start with my parents. Ultimately my mother was a prostitute and my father an alcoholic... Needless to say, I was a very illegitimate. Well, my mother never cared much for me, and I never knew my father, so I was raised by my aunt and uncle. Auntie Rose and Uncle Lyon lived in London. So I had to move from the small town that I was born in to the large city. I don't really remember this, I was only about a year old. Auntie Rose was a very sweet and plump women, but she was very vain. She was jealous that her sister, my mother, was always prettier then she, and that I was headed down the same path. She would occasionally beat me in attempts to ruin my face. Obviously it didn't work. Well, enough of that boorish lady, let's move on to my dear Uncle Lyon. He was a by-the-book Serial Killer. He taught me much of what I know about killing.

He taught me that the element of surprise really only works about half the time. The other half, you have to make friends with your victims. Make them trust you. And just when they let their guard down around you, you strike. Well when I turned 10, Uncle Lyon decided that I'd learned all that I could from him. And he was right. I knew basically any language I'd need. English, German, French, Portuguese, Spanish, Dutch, Italian, and even a little Latin. So, he sent me to his mentor, Le Sage or The Wise. Le Sage taught me much. He taught me that being a hired arm was better then just a plain Serial Killer. He said it was only a matter of time before Uncle Lyon was caught. That was because Lyon had an MO. A Hitman had no MO.

Well, when I turned 15, Le Sage passed me as a master of the trade and said I could work where ever I pleased. I packed my bags and headed with out hesitation to New York City. When I arrived, I made quick work of establishing a name. I also mastered the art of changing my accent. I could be British, French, New Yorker, Southerner, German, and so on, at the flick of my wrist. Of course, Le Sage always taught about having two identities. The one you planned on living with and the one that you planned on killing with. So I created my dark-haired self, Adair. She was the better side of me. Strong, independent, knew what she wanted... I still wish I could actually be Adair and Isabelle was my killing identity.

Any way, I've probably killed about ten people professionally, and a small handful for my own pleasure. Adair has a lot of blood on her hands and the authorities really want to catch her. I may be unfriendly, weak, and confused Isabelle, but I have one thing that I can do. I can protect Adair with my life. Sometimes it even seems like she speaks to me. Telling me what to say until everyone believes me, even I believe myself. If anyone knew this history, they'd probably ask two questions: 1) How can you live with yourself and all those death? and 2) How on Earth do you keep your identity a secret like that? To answer in order, after the first couple of killings, I've become quite numb to the fact of the matter. It no longer matters to me that someone's died. Someone dies everyday people, get over it. And the second, if you have to ask that question, chances are that my identity is no longer a secret and I'll be off to prison in a matter of moments.

Well, that's me. I warned you that it was for the light stomached. In a nutshell, I don't exist. I wasn't supposed to be born and I'm not supposed to be in the system.

Likes:

• Her Job
• Uncle Lyon
• Le Sage
• Adair
• Death
• Secret Identities

Dislikes:

• Her Mother
• Her Father
• Auntie Rose
• Isabelle
• Discovered Identities