Runner form: Name: Ethan Connor Smith Gender: Male Age: 11 Weapon: Small Pistol - most of the time -. Parkour Skill: Best at Wallrunning - horizontally - and combat with light pistols. Backstory: I am an eleven year old boy who comes from what we would call, a broken home. My parents divorced when my mother was pregnant so I never really knew my father. I grew up with little friends and spent night crying myself to sleep. I am very cowardly yet very fierce. When I was 9, I began watching videos of teenagers doing this thing called "parkour." Its apparently moving around and getting to places as quickly as possible. Also looking as badass as possible whilst doing so. I decided to give it a try. But on my first vault, I sprained my ankle. Four weeks later after it healed, I decided to start off smaller. Like learning how to jump higher, longer and skill roll. A year passed and I officially earned my Free Running license. Wallrunning became my specialty because I knew it was the toughest, most efficient and most badass move possible. Another three weeks later, I bumped into a messenger named Cole. He said I was the messenger type and he would get me into the squad. I passed the test by only 1 mark. My teacher, Patrick said he would be keeping a close eye on me and not to expose us. I agreed. Thus, a runner was born. ___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Ethan: 'Cole? Man I haven't seen you since training! How've you be-?' Police cars alarm. Cole sets off like a rocket. Ethan: 'Wait!' Bird: 'There he is, after him!' *Ethan jumps without thinking into a storm drain.* Bird: '****. Lost him!' I adjust my eyes and look down. Its a rusty scaffold. There is someone in the distance, staring... (edit) Seriously? I have to be the last person on this topic? (sigh) It's a great idea for roleplay and I was enjoying it.