<a class="postlink" href="http://i833.photobucket.com/albums/zz260/TimeKeys/finalfantasy1.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>Lunara "Luna" Devinichi<br/>17 (turns 18 in a week)<br/>Youngest Agent Ever<br/><br/>Lunara was sent in and though she had proven herself numerous times she was called "green under the collar". She knew why they called her that. She wasn't yet eighteen. One week and she was eighteen. By her families culture she was a legal adult already. She didn't remember much about them. Recruited at twelve when she unintentionally hacked into the governmental files. She was a quick and eager student. Far surpassing any other agent. She was sent undercover at fifteen. For two years now she had brought in the biggest and baddest of villans. Maybe this was why she was the third agent chosen for this job.<br/><br/>Her innocent appearance had deceived many men before. Though her mind was not always innocent due to what she did her body was untainted. She never slept with any man. Not even to help her assignment. This often increased the vulnerable appearance she had. It was naturally that way though. She was innocent but not to the point she was a bad agent. Air headed at times yet never forgetful of who she was undercover as. This assignment was rather strange. Told to be herself. To go undercover without a false identity. Whatever her bosses were cooking she wasn't informed of.<br/><br/>The other agents they sent in had never returned. Most were believed dead. She was the first one to be sent in as a civilian. Apparently she was a transfer student at a college in Spain. She had been here about six months. All ties to her past were cut. They had brought back to life her original name, family, origin, record, history...her parents who birthed her were long since deceased due to a car accident. She was informed of everything she had not experienced yet would have had she not been taken from home at a young age.<br/><br/>In any case, here she was, in Spain. She was reading a book. Quick to learn languages she had picked up Spanish quickly. She looked up and the wind ruffled her silky strands of hair. Making it brush over her features and added to her angelic appearance. She felt someone's gaze on her and looked in that direction. Smiling softly and waved. Then right after she stood up she was roughly shoved to the ground. She frowns and looked up. In pain a bit she rolled out of the way like a sports player and the man knocked himself out on the fountain. She picked up her book and dusted herself off.<br/><br/>The long skirt she was wearing blowing in the soft breeze. She walked over to a pretzel seller and ordered in a beautiful foreign accent, while in Spanish, a cinnamon pretzel.