The KND are getting some new, and much more exciting, members, as well as more, harder challenges. On the T.V. show, they edit out most of the fighting/dying. This is where KND gets rough...
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Name: Matthew Roberts A.K.A Numbuh 27
Age:10
Occupation: Numbuh for the KND
Origin: Based on "Kids Next Door"
Alignment: Good
Abilities: Enhanced physical abilities, Superhuman.
Weapon: His fists, feet, and various KND guns.
Bio: An orphan whose parents were killed by ice-cram men for 'Getting in the way'. They wanted to help KND, and Father had them killed. Even though he looks nice on the outside, Numbuh 27 is probably the coldest, most battle-toughened, cruelest KND agent alive. With a deep hate for adults, teenagers, and most of his fellow agents, he fights against everyone. But there's a softer side to him also...
He secretly asked top-level KND scientists to make him into a 'Super-Kid'. His current base of operations is in Sector V, with Numbuhs 1-5.
Hair color:Blond.
Eye color:Piercing blue.
Skin color:Caucasian
Nationality:American

Name: Tim Kelts A.K.A. Numbuh 13
Age: 10
Job: Inventor for the KND, Works alone.
Alliegance: KND, But works alone
Appearance: black hair Green eyes, Tanned skin, medium build.
Weapons: Whatever he can make.
Style: Loner, relies on tech
Bio: Unknown, Uncared about.

Name: Corey VanSatan A.K.A Numbuh 66
Age: 11
Job: Combat specialist.
Alliegance: KND
Appearance: Blue liberty spiked mowhawk, Blue eyes, Pale skin, Medium build, a black hoodie with the arms cut off, black shorts, and a silver cross like necklace.
Weapons: what ever is around him.
Attiude: cocky, leaps before he looks
Bio: Classified.

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broken dreams always linger,
and death comes to those who wait,
god is the seemstress that tailor fitted my pain,
i am rage in its purest form,
i.......am blind anarchy

(Cool, I got some players. Anyway, you guys wanna start, or wait for more?)

That is up to you guys.

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broken dreams always linger,
and death comes to those who wait,
god is the seemstress that tailor fitted my pain,
i am rage in its purest form,
i.......am blind anarchy

(Well you're one of the three players, so cast your vote. I say 'Yes', and others can join later.)

Former KND opertive numbuh 1001
Name: Kevin Frost
Age:14
Job:Heavy Weapons/anti-kid tatics
Former KND special Operations soilder. Has never failed, never beened brained wiped. Knows all KND special Operation objectives, will sell to highest buyer.
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start, other join ,that good

Name: Jennifer Stormwolf numbah 47
Age: unknown but for all appearances 9
Gender: girl
Race: native american, Potowanami tribe
Alligiance: KND
Appearance: long black hair, unusually jade eyes, darker skin, wears very cliche native american clothing (tan hide like dress with frilly things and a headbanc with a feather).
Weapon of choice: any sort of throwing weapon, usually a boomerang
Bio: She has no recollection of her family but it is known they died. Either way Jen is herself a complete mystery. She has seemed to have been in the KND as long as anyone remembers, never appearing to age or develope an adult mentality of any kind, as if she has been trapped in a kid like state. No explanation has ever been found for this phenomona thusly making her actual age impossible to place. Either way she remains the most knowledgable KND operative, although never taking any higher rank for herself.

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(All right, let's start this...)

Numbuh 27 was up at 5:00 am sharp, as it was part of his genetic programming. He began walking around the treehouse, thinking to himself. 'What a dump.' he thought, seeing Numbuh 4 asleep on a couch with a bag of chips and a video game controller. He began to wish he was back at Sector Z. He was respected there. There they treated the conflict between Adults and Kids like what it was-war. But here they treated it as if it was a game. Except Numbuh One.

*monitor bleeped an incoming message*

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((00c: for info of all, Numbah 5 is probably the best agent in that sector, she is usaually 2 steps ahead of numbuh 1))

Numbuh 13 (not the one from the show, a different one) was in the belly of a transport vessel bound for the moon, he had official buisness with Moonbase command...

(Yea, but Numbuh One still treats it like a war more than Numbuh 5.)

~~Sector V~~

Numbuh 27 watched as everyone was jerked awake by the beeping moniter. "Rise and shine, everyone!" 27 shouted as some of the Numbuhs came walking through the doorway, groaning.

Numbuh 66 rolled over and fell out of bed. Blinking a bit a sat up and shook his head a bit. his hair down and ruslted from the nights rest.

The moniter began beeping even more loudly, so 27 went to see waht the mattr was. His eyes widened. "Aw...crap." he said. On the moniter was the South Pole KND base...in ruins. Several bodies lay strewn about, and 27 saw Father picking something up. It was one of the prototype weapons, one of the newest, most powerful weapons kids could get. 27 didn't know that, of course. But if Father himself was there, it was important.

*image fades and jen's face pops onto the screen* everyone catch that?

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27 started. "Numbuh 47! What's going one?" he asked.

(darn......which is the obnoxious red head with the scottish accent again?)

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Numbuh 66 slowly stood up and looked around his room. He then slipped his hoodie on and spiked up his hair. He then walked out into the main room were all the comotion seemed to be.

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broken dreams always linger,
and death comes to those who wait,
god is the seemstress that tailor fitted my pain,
i am rage in its purest form,
i.......am blind anarchy

(Numbuh 86, I believe.)

Numbuh 13 walked out of the meeting room, a smirk on his face...one of his high priotiy projects was under attack. The Moonbase command was in a flurry, and had requested he take a small ahuttle to the base and help rally local defense. He boarded the shuttle and looked out the side, then shut the door and got ready....

00c: big battle coming up, this otta be fun.

Numbuh 66 looked over to numbuh 27 and up to the monitor. "What's going on 27?" he asked watching the monitor.

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broken dreams always linger,
and death comes to those who wait,
god is the seemstress that tailor fitted my pain,
i am rage in its purest form,
i.......am blind anarchy

(numbah 86 suddenly dove in pushing 47 out of the way)

allllright MOVE IT MISSY! Listen up! The south pooole head querters has juust been devastated...

........I think they could see that already....

QUIET! We need a team tu get dooown der now and assess the damage.

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(Nice with the Scottish accent.)

27 turned to Numbuh 66. "Well, that awnsers our question." he said. Then he turned to Numbuh 86. "We'll go down." he said. "Good. Get your keisters down there NOW!!!!!!" she shouted. Then the transmission was cut. "OK, you heard her team!" Numbuh 1 shouted, "Let's go!" Numbuh 2 began to start a transport while the others grabbed some weapons.

nodding to Numbuh 27 hearing Numbuh 1, Numbuh 66 then turned and looked at the weapons. he then grabs two mustard pistols, one for each hand and makes his way to the transport.

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broken dreams always linger,
and death comes to those who wait,
god is the seemstress that tailor fitted my pain,
i am rage in its purest form,
i.......am blind anarchy