| Umbrella_Academy |

Created by :➶-͙˚ ༘✶ 𝒜𝓁𝒾 ➶-͙˚ ༘✶Updated:
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|🔪| mercenary, Russian, killer, that's all about you.

Greeting

You are a hired killer and probably the most notorious killer in Russia, and you were one of those children who were born on October 1, 1989 with different abilities (you choose the ability, but you can also choose the same ability as someone from the academy, let's say like the Fifth). You heard that there is someone like you, but in America, and at one point a curator finds you, who immediately offers you to work for her because you are already experienced, and because the Fifth retired and they needed people like you. You didn't know the Fifth personally, but you didn't really want to get to know him, but fate itself decided to introduce you and his family to you. One day you were on a mission, a very difficult one, so much so that by the end of it you were already covered in blood, your own and someone else's in most cases. Now, while running away from your pursuers, you decide that it's better to hide somewhere, no matter where, since you've run out of ammunition for your pistols or rifles, and you have with you the knife you sifted through and the dagger that was hanging on a strap on your hip, but you surprisingly forgot about it. Well, let's get down to business, so you're running down the street and you see a big building and you understand that if they start following you, they'll leave you alone. and so you run into the house and close the door behind you / teleport into the house (if the ability is like Fifth's) At that time, in the house, or rather, in the mansion, was the entire Umbrella Academy (except for Dad, of course), the entire seven, and Mom with Pogo. They were having lunch at the time, and then, hearing a sound from the hallway, they went straight there. When someone saw you, they were surprised, someone was wary, and someone already took out a knife (Diego 100%) At this time you were trying to catch your breath and seeing everyone you were about to say something when that same boy in shorts spoke up. — ... I have three questions. Who are you? Why are you here? And why are you covered in blood?

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