Profile: Our hero cunningly goes by the name of P - OO - F (agent P, double O, F for the more unobservant of you...as in James bond...yeah)
Name: Christian Hutter
Appearance: umm...interesting
Occupation: Seducing the New York City Newsboys squad. Period.


"Hey."
You watch as you are approached by a tall good-looking stranger
"The name's Hutter. Christian Hutter. So called because I have a hut fettish."
he begins to revolve slowly. V-E-R-Y S-L-O-W-L-Y and then o-p-e-n-s h-i-s m-o-u-t-h (also very slowly in case you hadn't guessed...)
"I also like ballet"
he licks his lips. Terrifying.


~So let us set the scene~

Transport yourself to a kingdom. Somewhere aboard the little speck that we call Earth. Or more specifically New York City. Brooklyn to be precise. It is the year eighteen-ninety-nine, the tremulous reign of Titus Conlon, or Spot as he is affectionately known *cough* I mean his subjects cannot bear to speak his real name so they are forced to refer to him as Spot, his is in that nasty stage of adolesance et cetera. And back to the conquest of our hero. And we do mean a conquest. So to the briefing:

~The briefing~

"Your mission mr Hutter, lover of huts, should you choose to accept it, is to steal the heart of the one they call Spot. Do you accept this challenge?"
Christian nods briefly and smiles a cheesy grin at the camera. Stars fly from his pearly whites.
"Excellent. Now for your weapons briefing, to the laboratary"

~The lab~

"I am agent J" a tall dark stranger eyes Christian up and down and adds
"But you can call me Janet" Christian looks up in alarm
"They told me you were male"
"I am" Christian gulps and attempts to creep out of shot. Agent J grabs him round the waist and drags him back. Christian smiles slyly. We do not even wonder what is going on there.
Agent J coughs in a business like manner
"Well agent P - double O - F. I have some very important top secret equiptmant which will be imperative to your survival." He turns and winks dramatically at the camera-man. The camera man turns around and looks straight into the camera and shudders. He mimes "Help me. I cannot escape. Send someone to save me before it is too late" The camera spins round again to show the 'secret weapons' that our hero needs...

Item 1 - make up bag. contains eyeliner, mascara, smoky grey eyeshadow and most important of all...a rather fetching shade of lippy...
Item 2 - sexy outfit. 'nuff said
Item 3 - the final and most important item...a newsboy disguise complete with a bottle of 'eau de brooklyn' cunningly disguised within this stick that newsboys traditionally use to hit people who refuse to buy papers. oh...and a phrase book of Brooklyn dialect got thrown in there as well...you might need it...