ESPION - the game of spies (CLOSED)

[shadowbloodmoon]

After a complete rewrite and a few changes, I think I have Jason down....


Jason Paquin was born to a wealthy family who's money came from importing weapons for the government. Ever competing for attention from his mother and father with his older brother Mark, Jason wanted to study the business so that he could take over for his father instead of Mark, who was being groomed for the part. Because of this fact, Jason was never allowed anywhere near anything that had to do with the business. He was stuck at home, learning from tutors and spending time learning the ins and outs of high society life.

Being a young ambitious boy, Jason didn't let the rules get in the way of his dream however. He would spend his free time sneaking into his father's office, listening in on telephone conversations and even going so far as to steal his way into warehouses where the weapons were stored. He made it his goal in life to know everything about what his father was doing, even though his father didn't want anything to do with him. He was too busy with business or grooming Mark for the business.

This piqued an interest in learning about military weapons and technology. On visits to the library, instead of stories, he would check out reference material, up to and including the world famous Jane's Encyclopedias, then read them cover to cover. This interest followed him throughout his life.

It wasn't until Jason was fourteen that he realized that what his father was doing was illegal. He had found out quite accidentally. On one of his forays into a warehouse, a few government agents had showed up. Jason presumed it was to pick up or deliver some weapons. Instead, the agents were investigating his father for international arms smuggling. They were shot dead on the spot.

Horrified that the father he wanted to be like would deal in such activities, Jason wanted out. All the pent up rage and jealousy of his brother combined with a new confusion and his now raging teenage hormones added together. He managed to keep it under control long enough to devise a way out. Figuring that it would be easier to not let his family know that he knew what was going on, Jason petitioned his mother to be allowed to travel. When asked where, he didn't have a reply. He hadn't thought of that. It was decided that he would simply travel the globe. Given a spending account and a ship ticket, he was on his way. As far his family was concerned, this accident was taken care of.

Jason's travels started in Europe. Spending a year travelling across that continent, he learned new languages and customs, and even cultivated an interest in boxing when he caught a match on a French wharf. Upon investigating further, he was told that it was actually Savate that they had been practicing. Intrigued, Jason stayed with the group a few months before becoming bored with it and moving on. All the while, he continued to feed his interest in weapons and other military hardware, expanding to include aircraft, ships and
tanks.

His travels then took him to the Middle East, mostly Egypt and Syria where he learned that simply being a foreign tourist made you a target for just about any kind of trouble. Staying here for an entire year, Jason had signed on with an archaeological group simply to get free travel across the nations. In Europe he was starting to develop the knowledge that he would need to survive on his own and that the money he was given would eventually run out. In the Middle East he put that knowledge into practice, learning how to get what he needed without expending more of his resources than he had to.

Eventually growing bored with the Middle East, Jason travelled to India, where he again practiced his getting without giving. It was here in India that Jason had thought he had found something he could live with. Something to help him forget why he was running. He found love. Or at least he thought he did. She came in the form of a princess of the ruling government of India. Jason couldn't tell the difference between love and hormones at the time, and so felt that she was the one for him. Apparently she reciprocated this feeling because their secret affair went on for over a year before it ended rather abruptly. The girl's father would never have approved of the relationship, so she asked Jason to keep it a secret. Their clandestine activities found him evading palace guards, police and even military escort. It was rough going, but Jason felt it was worth it. At least until the girl was married to a military man as was predetermined by her father. Choosing duty over freedom, she cast Jason out, going so far as to tell her father that he was a stalker that had been pestering her for some time. Outcast, broken hearted and in need of a place to hide, Jason was off to a new destination.

His ship brought him to China. He travelled the Chinese countryside via posing as a hired worker with various groups. It had started to become a game to him, seeing how long he could go without being discovered. His pain of rejection, both by his family and the girl he thought loved him, eventually caught up with him. A tavern brawl started with him being insulted by a local and his rage getting the better of him. A passing traveller picked up his broken body and brought him to the local temple to be looked after.

Having nowhere else to go, the temple helped him heal not only his recent physical wounds, but his emotional ones as well. As time went on, Jason became Wing Shai Lung, Little Lost Dragon. He began to fully embrace the Buddhist teachings at the temple and the physical exercises the monks taught him. He began using his money to donate to the temple, helping to keep it taken care of as well as keep importing books so that his now fetish with military hardware could be satisfied. After eight years, Wing Shai Lung nearly forgot his former life, until he received a letter from his brother Mark. Their father had died and left the business to Mark. The money that Jason had been given was being revoked, with interest. Old wounds being reopened, Jason's new outlook told him that vengeance and anger would only lead to more of the same. Privately grieving for a father he thought he knew, Jason ignored the letter.

His brother wouldn't let him off that easily however. On a pilgrimage into the city to pick up new books, Jason was attacked by members of a Tong gang that had allied with his family's organization. His exercises with the monks kept him alive and he returned to the temple to tell them he would have to leave for a while. When he returned, the decision had already been made for him. The temple had been reduced to ashes.

Fury beating down the walls of his Buddhist teachings, Jason used the last of his money to book a flight home. Knowing full well that simply walking up and confronting his brother was out of the question, Jason contacted the FBI. After a battery of questions, they had enough to go in and verify Jason's claims. He also found out that the CIA wanted them for trading in government secrets. When all was said and done, the family enterprise was all but destroyed. Jason's brother however, escaped. Knowing that Mark would seek vengeance after rebuilding, the agent he worked with offered to put Jason in relocation. Deciding that hiding from his past never got him anywhere, Jason instead surprised the agent by telling him he wanted to join them.

After some preliminary tests and other checks as to Jason's history, he was accepted to Langley and began training to be a CIA operative. Jason's inborn hatred for his brother pushed him to exceed expectations and he soon graduated with honors as a field operative. His missions at first were stimulating, exciting, and kept Jason going. However, through the next three years, he eventually returned to his real reason for joining. He wanted to track down his brother. This obsession burned in his mind to the point that his missions were starting to suffer. His superiors noted this and decided it was time for him to move on. Their last assignment was an infiltration one. He was to infiltrate the fractured pieces of his brother's organization, make his way to the top and bring it down from the inside. Permanently.

Creating a new identity and background for him, Jason's superiors arranged for him to start at the bottom of the ladder. He began working in one of his brother's new warehouses. It didn't take him long to work his way to the top of that branch, his knowledge of his work, his skill at evasion both physically and in speaking, as well as his ability to get what he needed through subtle persuasion helping him to succeed. Years later, Jason knew that eventually he would be going through the hardest part. He had to get close to his brother without being recognized and end the illegal arms trade for good.

As it turned out, Mark had planned for the whole thing. He allowed Jason to get close to him so that he could take out his last remaining competition. In the last accounting, Jason survived the encounter, his brother's dying words cursing him to an early death. Jason promised him that it would ever happen. Returning to the CIA, they deemed Jason too much of a liability now with his closeness to criminal organizations and needed to relieve themselves of him. His superiors recognized his talent however and recommended him for the
ESPION project.

Looks and Personality:

Jason is of non-descript height and build, being somewhat average in each. He keeps his hair and face completely shaved. Jason usually wears loose fitting clothes, liking comfort more than anything. He prefers subdued colors, in grays and other darks. Jason has a tattoo of a stylized cobra on the back of his neck, when asked about it, he simply shrugs and says "I don't remember."

Jason is generally a nice person, his Buddhist ways showing in all he does. When asked how he could allow himself to do what he did with his brother or to kill in general, he goes quiet, simply ignoring the questioner. His hubris prevents Jason from getting close to anyone however, so much so that anyone he works with is simply a business opportunity and nothing more. Being practical, he will cut ties with anyone he deems unnecessary. Whether he knows it or not, Jason has been allowing a Taoist philosophy to intersperse with his Buddhism, throwing his beliefs into chaos, sometimes bringing him to indecision. The biggest thing that anyone will notice about Jason is that he trusts no one. He will double check everything to make sure it is right himself before believing anyone. This creates a distance between him and anyone he works with, due mostly to the confusion of how he feels.

Equipment:

Jason was never much for equipment, figuring he knew enough about the hardware he was dealing with to use almost anything. When on team missions, he will take what is assigned to him and nothing more, again prefering to procure what he needs in the field. If choosing is required, Jason prefers light weapons, something easily concealed and preferably quiet. His other equipment should be the same, i.e., no loud or large electronic devices, heavy armor or anything of that nature. If he needs something like that, he will use what he can find on a mission.

Specialties:

1. Military equipment- Jason knows this stuff inside and out and can identify easily any model weapon, vehicle, ship or aircraft with ease.

2. Hand to Hand combat- Jason's time in France and China gave him access to numerous combat skills that he relished in learning. His training with the CIA only furthered his already tremendous skills.

3. Evasion- Starting when he was a boy and continuing into adulthood, Jason has always had
to hide from others. This skill is so inborn in him that it's difficult for him to be noticed even when he wants to be.

4. Criminal- Jason's constant exposure to organized crime has given him an indepth knowledge of all things criminal in nature, from structure to actual activity. He could run his own small crime gang if he wanted to.

5. Procure- Jason has a knack for finding what he needs in any situation. Whether it be a place to stay in a foreign city or simply a new tire in a village, Jason can somehow find it and get it.

Hubris: Trust- Jason trusts no one, going so far as to rely only on his own senses to tell him what is right or wrong. This can debilitate him on a team mission when he wants to check on his teammates' work to make sure it is right. It has led his superiors to not let him know when they are including backup, further deepening his mistrust.

 

[Festy_Dog]

I'm curious to know if everyone else has elements of their characters which they are keeping hidden from everyone else. If not, I'd be inclined to post Carl's background in its entirety.

 

[Bobitron]

Elz is pretty open, so if she has been with the rest of you folks for while, you would know all there is to know.

 

[Festy_Dog]

Well, since Defcon's been silent for a while, and since it looks like nobody is withholding any info about their chars OOC, I guess it'd be alright to post Carl's history in its entirety. This could be a long post.

Whole History/Description:
Carl Archer knew what he wanted and devoted his life to achieving his one desired goal: to become a spy, one of the best there ever was. Born to a middle class Australian family and being a relatively bright child, he felt he was special and yet not special in such a way that would make him suitable for espionage. Directly after high school he enrolled in university, and spent six years there getting a masters degree in psychology and learning a few languages on the side. Japanese being the exception as he learned it not through his degree but as a fan of anime. He could have used the degree to get a stable (and better paying) job as a psychologist, but his heart was set on what he wanted. Six years of learning about the human mind had given him what he wanted, an ability to read and manipulate people.

Immediately after graduation Carl sought out employment with ASIS. Throughout his degree he had pondered upon whether he should devote time to getting military experience. It troubled him to enter the intelligence industry without competent martial training, as he felt killing would ultimately play a part in what he wanted to do, and he didn't want to be lacking in the field. What Carl wanted was spec-ops training, and although he would have preferred to serve with the Australian SAS, it would have taken too long to work his way into such an elite force. The French Foreign Legion seemed like an appropriate alternative. They were largely apathetic as to who joined their ranks. There he could perfect his French, perhaps work his way up faster to elite training than at home, and ASIS wouldn't frown upon experience overseas. But on the other hand, an organisation who had discarded their paramilitary aspect may not be interested in someone with military experience, and ASIS may not look kindly upon someone who'd so willingly go into the service of a another country. Carl came to the decision that if he wanted that kind of training he'd have to gain it from within ASIS, and in order to do that he'd have to resurrect the shamed ASIS paramilitary, something he didn't expect to be easy.

ASIS employed him and after his initial training he was placed in Indonesia. Every now and then he would fall off the radar for a couple of months before emerging with what his superiors wanted. This would arouse a mixture suspicion and concern but they came to trust what he was doing, and after a couple of years in Indonesia he was moved about to wherever he was needed for another twelve months. After that he spent two years in North Korea, which was a turbulent experience. After the previous five years of quality work he had easily proven himself. They decided to let him try his luck at working in China. A dangerous ordeal, not unlike Korea, but they felt Carl would perform well.

After successfully completing his first assignment in Indonesia, he came home and celebrated by buying himself a gun. Carl shows a preference for German firearms, and though it set him back a staggering amount of money, he bought himself a combat model Korth revolver (.357 magnum) with a blue plasma finish, deluxe walnut grips and a number of other fancy (and expensive) extras, including but not limited to the barbed wire motif engravings and plantinum inlays. Although the weapon is of brilliant workmanship he hasn't ever used it in actual service, only on occasion at the firing range. He considers it a practical work of art. Aside from his taste for German workmanship he likes to carry .40 S&W for actual service. This would mean his ideal weapon was a USP40 but he isn't terribly fussy, and in the end he works with what he's given.

Around 2000 Carl was in North Korea. He had inserted himself into the military there in order to assess their capabilities, and determine anything he could about WMD's they may have in the country. While searching one facility though it was hit by a particularly well orchestrated terrorist attack. It was apparently the objective of these terrorists to secure a WMD they suspected would be in there. They were right, the facility did contain WMD's, but at that same time Carl had infiltrated the WMD storage areas to get information on what was stored there exactly. When the terrorists breached the part of the facility Carl was in he realised he had a problem. He would almost certainly be found where he shouldn't be, and that would put his cover at risk. If he wanted a chance he had to take on the terrorists. As one person he couldn't do much, but he slowed them up enough for reinforcements to arrive in time to finish the job.

The reinforcements unfortunately took longer to arrive than he had hoped, but that only helped his cover story in that he had followed the terrorists into that part of the facility to keep them pinned until he had help. There were a few small holes in his story which were thankfully ignored in the wake of the attack. Carl was asked to investigate the attack, as he often took up investigory roles, and came back with his conclusion that someone on the inside had to have helped them. With this news though another investigator was called in, a rookie agent of the Internal Affairs department, who worked with Carl for the remainder of the investigation. The mole was located, but in that time the Internal Affairs agent had gotten a weird feeling about Carl, particularly from his story of the terrorist incident, and had decided to take a closer look. For the remaining year that Carl was in North Korea he and the Internal Affairs operative played a game of cat and mouse. In the end, both of them disappeared. Carl had quickly left the country after he was forced to kill the young Internal Affairs operative, whom he had considered a friend after the investigation. The Internal Affairs operative turned out to be talented enough to almost figure Carl out, which was both too talented and not talented enough for his own good. Carl lamented the loss.

During his time on Australian soil Carl took steps to reestablish the ASIS paramilitary. Naturally he faced a lot of opposition. In some people's minds the training incident at the Hilton was all too recent to consider investing in paramilitary again. This was only just the beginning though, and at every given opportunity Carl worked hard to convince ASIS that paramilitary would be a wise investment. He insisted that ASIS couldn't rely on it's bigger siblings (MI6 and CIA) to do its dirty work for them. In the post-2000 years Carl finally had what he needed to convince ASIS, though by the time his argument had sunk in, he had already had been given enough training by the governments he had infiltrated and seen enough real combat in those countries to not really need the paramilitary training he had argued for.

For a brief period, after his assignment in Korea, he oversaw and took part in paramilitary training in order to determine whether it should be reintroduced as part of ASIS training. It was during this time he earned the nickname amoung his colleagues of 'Ferret', due to his style of combat. Though by this stage he didn't really need the training, he wanted it for his colleagues. After the initial dozen test participants had completed the training it was found that while Carl had been correct in his argument, they simply lacked the funding necessary for such an endeavour.

Over time Carl had accumulated a number of tattoos. He got his first during the ASIS paramilitary training, which was 'Ferret' written across his left wrist (although he is actually right handed) in small text with a bit of space between each letter. The next two tattoos were inspired by his ancestry: a celtic cross on his upper right chest, and an inch thick celtic pattern encirling his upper right arm. On his upper left arm he got a rather elaborate looking yin-yang tattoo, where the symbol was slightly obscured by hanging vines. His final tattoo was a phrase written across his upper back, just behind his shoulders. It reads 'Who watches the watchdogs?'.

Once Carl had set foot in China he could have been considered a virus. His movements were subtle and effective, with the use of an iron clad fake identity he would latch onto officials and they would provide him with everything he needed without them even realising it. Eventually he worked his way into Chinese national security, allowing him to become privvy to Chinese interrogation techniques and ways to also resist them. This had become a strange hobby of his as he travelled about. He would learn the interrogation techniques of a region while he was in it, then intergrate them into his knowledge of psychology and techniques from elsewhere. Having crept his way into national security circles was a golden opportunity, and he was always willing to walk the blurry line between being considered friend and foe. It got to a point where his movements were even more blurred, untrackable, and ambiguous than the norm. Were not still relaying information back to his superiors in ASIS they would have thought he had gone native, and even then they were still iffy. ASIS's niggle of distrust was not what caused the incident though.

Over the course of what was nearly three years now Carl had tied himself into the national security of China. Now an invisible player within the corrupt system, and an invaluable source of information for ASIS. A source whose secrecy they protected fiercly. Carl himself had by now survived a number of attempts by parties within the Chinese government to get rid of him. There were those who couldn't prove he was a spy, but wanted to remove him anyway, and those who just didn't like him or saw him as a political obstacle. Carl would ally himself with his enemy's enemies, protecting himself by plunging deeper into what was soon to become a problem.

Soon enough he had begun to witness a rift developing in the Chinese government. Something which had begun long before he became involved was gathering momentum, but at the same time local MI6 had found themselves a strange key player in the behind the scenes motions of the Chinese government. ASIS had never informed MI6 of Carl's situation and status, so MI6 had no qualms in adding this Australian fellow to their hit list as he was seen as a rather dangerous individual. Meanwhile, with the possibility of civil war, Carl saw an opportunity to tople the old system in the hope of creating a better one. Communism was always good in theory, but was too easily corrupted. ASIS would not endorse one of their own trying to start such a conflict, so in order for Carl to get away with this he needed to sever communications for a short while.

It was not long after Carl broke off contact with ASIS that MI6 came to them with a request for information on Carl. They had gone to the CIA, but their intelligence efforts were focused elsewhere at the time, and anything MI6 could have told them would have been news. Their interest had been piqued by what MI6 had told them had been happening in China, but they weren't in a position to make a move at that time. MI6 systematically went to ASIS seeking an exchange for information. It was this meeting that heralded the beginning. ASIS was concerned about the loss of contact, but when MI6 came to them speaking of what they believed to be a threatening individual they came to the conclusion that he must have finally gone native. ASIS explained Carl's actions in China thus far, up until they had lost contact. Someone that skilled defecting was seen as a serious problem. Plans were laid out for the neutralisation of the rogue agent.

At the same time, Carl was getting close to who he saw as the key government official whose actions he believed had the best odds of starting the war. This critical official was of the kind fueled by greed, and this greed was hopefully enough that if he believed he could gamble what he had on a civil war and come out the better for it he'd gather some allies and give it a try. Obviously Carl had no intention of letting any aspect of the current government benefit from it, but nonetheless he began sowing the poisonous seeds of overconfidence required to get the great wheels of war turning.

MI6 and ASIS sent people in to start trying to get close to Carl in an effort to set up the assassination. They hurried themselves too much though, someone slipped up and ended up being caught. The joint operation was frozen until the situation had been resolved. On the other side of the story, Carl took it upon himself to interrogate the captured MI6 agent. He had established himself as an interrogater that worked alone, so it was not difficult to get unobserved access. He explained to the MI6 agent that he was with ASIS and would make an effort to help her out. The MI6 agent obviously didn't trust him, despite his best reasoning. Carl was getting some strange feelings about the situation, and as much as he didn't want to he felt he had to use his interrogation skills. The MI6 agent was taken unawares by Carl's sudden change in character after a long period of silence. Carl removed a piece of canvas from a bench in the interrogation room, revealing an array of unpleasant devices. He then explained he didn't need them, and that he would get the agent to say everything he wanted to hear without drawing a drop of blood. He put the canvas back over the devices and went to work.

Six hours later the MI6 agent was a sobbing mess in the chair and Carl knew they wanted him dead. He would have time though, as the operation would be put on hold after something like this happened, if not cancelled. He had to make his move. He had the MI6 agent moved to a small government facility in a remote location, although he had everything he needed he wanted the agent left alive, he would return for her later. Carl circulated information that the agent had died in a car crash before talking and resumed his previously planned schedule. With any luck, he believed that ASIS and MI6 would resume their plans as well. Tomorrow evening he had a meeting planned with his critical official. He changed the arranged meeting location to the small government facility he was keeping the agent in, and waited. The bait had been laid.

The following evening the official met Carl, and the two of them strolled through the hallways towards the facility's holding cells. The official was surprised when he found the MI6 agent to be still alive, but he never had opportunity to ask why as when he turned to speak Carl shot him in the face. With that action he had smothered the spark of political change, and what for? He couldn't really be sure, but perhaps the chance of political change was ended when his employer had organised to have him killed. Surely if he was not around to ensure neither side won the civil war then there would be no room for the new and better political regime that would hopefully rise from the ashes. The war was pointless bloodshed without the potential for a change for the better.

Carl wasn't sure whether he'd survive the next few hours, but he took the startled MI6 agent out of her cell and dragged her along with him as he started to move about the small facility. He was intent on making sure she lived at least. At the same time, the joint MI6 and ASIS paramilitary operation started, and they breached the facility easily. The skeleton night crew in the disused facility was unable to muster any resistance. Carl planted explosive charges throughout the building, trying to predict the movements of the paramilitary forces as he went. Once he was outside, he waited with the MI6 agent next to him. When the would-be assassins found him they didn't expect to see the captured agent alive. Carl released the agent into their custody, and gave a brief explanation of what happened before erasing the government facility from the map.

There was confusion within the Chinese parliament in the wake of the bombing, but without the volatile influence of the greedy politician and the Australian, who were both assumed to have died in the explosion, a civil war never happened. There were many theories circulating for a while, the greedy official and his new Australian friend did not have many friends themselves. The closest theory to the actual truth was made by a perceptive but not very high standing member of parliament. He had theorised that the double assassination was made by ASIS as they had caught on that the Australian was intending to start a civil war by manipulating a critical politician. The Australian government did not want to have anything to do with a civil war in China, and so while cleaning up their own problem they had also killed any decent chance of a civil war happening any time in the near future.

The internal politics within ASIS that followed in the wake of these events resulted in Carl's forced resignation, something which did not come as a surprise for him. He had planned to start working in the private sector but was surprised when ESPION made him an attractive job offer. He eagerly accepted, but after a year in their employment he is still uncertain as to how much they know and their motives for employing him.

Though undoubtedly skilled, Carl is far from perfect. He is ambitious. Carl is willing to set himself high goals when he knows they're within his grasp, even if it may mean taking odd risks and distancing himself from allies. In the end though his loyalty will usually be stronger. Although his goals were in his grasp, he had decided to discard them in favour of his loyalty to his comrades. He didn't know the captured MI6 agent, but he felt a responsibility to help her as a fellow intelligence agent. This loyalty, or comradery, he feels for other members of his occupation is also extended to enemy intelligence agents. This causes him to generally have a friendly demeanour towards them, should there come a mutual recognition of one another's status. So unless they have actually made an attack against him on a personal level, he prefers not to leave even an enemy agent in a bind. Carl believes that just because they're on the other side doesn't make them bad people, he might have to kill them at some point, but it wouldn't be personal. On the other hand, if they ever got into a bad situation Carl would feel obliged to help them, assuming he didn't actually have good reason to want them dead. He's more likely to save someone from extended suffering than to save someone from death. A bullet isn't a bad way to go in his opinion, but getting locked in a cell for a few decades isn't something he would wish upon an honourable foe.

 

[DEFCON 1]

Sorry for the delay, guys!!! My bad! I've been waiting for more edits and such... but you know what... I think I might be getting way too anal about all of this stuff in the character generation. The whole point of me making the game mechanics-free was to make character generation easy... and here I was asking you guys to make edit after edit of your characters. Stupid me! Sorry about that! So right now what you guys have written works for me, including your specialties and such. We'll go with what's written.

So here's my plan. I'm going to give you guys till the end of this week to make any final last editing decisions to your characters if you decide you want to. You don't have to... but if you find anything you do want to edit/fix before I move them over to a Rogue's Gallery thread... you'll have a couple more days. Then on Friday or Monday, I'll copy them myself over to a Rogue's Gallery thread (I want to post them myself so that I have access to them and can delete any characters alongs the way if any folks have to unfortunately drop out.)

I will also get the first posts up starting off the game giving some background and such. If any of you feel like posting in that as well just to give some background stuff of your own... that's cool. The game won't officially "start" till Monday... but fleshing out the game and world is always cool and appreciated. It'll also give me an idea how many of you are ready to jump in. Sounds good? Cool. Once again, my apologies for slacking off and not giving any update info. hope it hasn't pissed too many of you off. Thanx guys!

 

[Bobitron]

No problem, DEFCON!

Anyone have any advice for my last specialty?

 

[Festy_Dog]

Defcon, it's good to hear from you.

I'm ready for the game whenever.

 

[shadowbloodmoon]

Jason's ready to go... Bobitron, your story pretty much covers only the four specialties really.. The only thing I can think of, totally top of my head, may be interrogation, simply because it seems to pop up throughout her history. Just a thought.

 

[DEFCON 1]

Bobitron, don't forget you can also take any number of hobbies or knowledges as specialties as well. As you wrote, Elz craves excitement... thus she probably has any number of hobbies or activities she does in her "off-time" that she has become exceedingly good at. Just like Bond would have a specialty in Gaming (since he is frightfully good at most casino games, backgammon, golf and the like), Elz might have something herself she finds excitement in doing. Skiing, skateboarding or in-line skating, bungy-jumping, BMX biking or 4-wheeling... all kinds of things like that. You never know when those kind of skills might come up, and having a speciality outside the typical combat and espionage skills could come in handy.

 

[Bobitron]

Hmmm. I'll consider it and let you know. Thanks, guys.