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 Posted: Wed Jan 05, 2011 12:31 pm
This is a 1x1 rp between LovelyRaveNinja and Elricbrothers1144
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Posted: Wed Jan 05, 2011 12:37 pm
[size=11][align=center][b]Username:[/b] [i]enter username[/i]
[b]Name:[/b] [i]enter character name[/i]
[b]Age:[/b] [i]enter age[/i]
[b]Race:[/b] [i]Human[/i]
[b]Gender:[/b] [i]enter gender[/i]
[b]Biography:[/b] [i]Optional or simple[/i]
[b]Personality:[/b] [i]enter personality[/i]
[b]Other:[/b] [i]anything else?[/i]
[b]Appearance:[/b][/align][/size]
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Posted: Wed Jan 05, 2011 12:41 pm
Username: Elricbrothers1144 Name: Trace Jared Parker Age: 19 Race: Human Gender: Male Biography: Trace had been an orphan since he was little. Someone took him from the streets and trained him to be an assassin. It's all he was ever taught, other than some basic knowledge. His guardian is a well known assassin and has been training him in secret. He's his guardian's best pupil and could possibly be even better than he was at his age. Personality: Indifferent. Perhaps cold. Doesn't show or have much emotions. Smart and quick on his feet. Other: Very fast and quick. Never missed a target. Has poor social skills and knows hardly anything of the outside world other than to know how to kill a target. Appearance:
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Posted: Thu Jan 06, 2011 5:37 pm
Username: LovelyRaveNinja Name: Astrealla Michelle Cronus Age: 19 Race: Human Gender: Female Biography: Astrealla was born into a rich family that didn't want her, so they donated her to a guild of people who were trained to capture, torture, and hold people for ransom. She lived a lonely life of disappointment, but slowly moved up in rank over the years and eventually became the best kidnapper in the society, so when large requests come in, she's the one who fills them. She had one friend through all of this time, though he died a few years after they met, leaving her devastated and unwilling to socialize, though she does know how. Personality: Keeps to herself most of the time, will only use violence when necessary because of the way she was trained, but once she has to use violence, she leaves no evidence. She doesn't socialize with others unless her job requires it and typically is a smart alic. Other: Refuses to talk about her past to others, willing to compromise. Appearance:
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Posted: Fri Jan 07, 2011 2:06 pm
 ₳ ѕтяeαʟʟα ₥ιcнeʟʟe ₡яoɴυѕ𝕬strealla had spent the day simply lying around since she had been on a mission for the past few months and had just finished it, so she wanted to relax. She was sitting near where her boss worked so that he knew she was back, and was picking at clovers on the ground, waiting for herself to wind down. Even though she was a good distance away from her boss, she could still hear their conversation. "The king's son? Don't you think that's a little crazy?" "Not for Astrealla." Astrealla jumped at the sound of her name and walked into the office and bowed to her boss before straightening herself up and flashing a small smile. "I heard my name, sir," she said as he looked over at her.
"Yes, we would like you to kidnap the king's son and bring him here so we can hold him for ransom, child. We're low on money at the moment," he said before turning back to the other man in the room, who she had not noticed until that point. He simply gave a nod and then turned and left the room, as if afraid of her or what either of them would do. Astrealla let out a laugh after he had left and then turned to her boss again. "When do you want him here by?" "Withing the next two weeks, darling. Now run along and get to work." Astrealla nodded, then turned and left without another word. She was headed out of the place, not to the castle, but to town to buy supplies for the project now at hand.
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Posted: Fri Jan 07, 2011 10:11 pm
Tяαce Jαяed Pαяkeя ~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~ Trace had spent his day sitting on the floor in the room where he slept. He found this highly unusual seeing as his guardian always had him training or doing some sort of physical activity everyday for at least the majority of the morning. He found it odd that no one had came to get him. He was never taught on what to do during his free time so it was usually spent training or doing nothing. He had a liking of heights so he sometimes standed on the edge of the roof of the abandoned looking building but lately, he'd been told to stay out of sight so that day, all he did was wake up, clean, eat, and sat down.
His face remained blank and sometimes, his eyes would dart around the room, scanning for anything of interest, and would become still again. He began to wonder why he hadn't been assigned a new target in a few weeks. He knew he was to be kept a secret but he was never caught when he was on a mission. He felt an odd feeling that he couldn't describe. He tried explaining to his guardian before and he called it "boredom". It was to be expected apparently considering Trace wasn't able to do anything for quite a bit.
He wasn't completely clueless to all emotions but he had a hard time experiencing them so he never became familiar with them. After awhile, someone came to his room and summoned him into his guardian's room. After about five minutes of talking, he learned he had a new mission. One that was more difficult than usual. He was to kill the king's son and return without getting caught. Apparently, he had to do it fast. There were rumors about the thieves wanting to kidnap the prince for ransom. There were clients that wanted the assassins to kill off the prince, to throw the king into a state of depression and his guardian felt that Trace needed such a mission. Nodding, he headed back to his room to pack his things.
His guardian gave him money for finance issues and with that, he headed out. He had to stop in town for some non perishable food and some other equipment. When he got there, there were people crowding the stands of merchants and he stood there, a bit lost as to what he should do. He ended up accidently threatening to kill one of the citizens there if he didn't get out of the way. Before an uproar could be cost, he quickly disappeared into the crowd to arrive in front of a different stand. Coincedentally, the sold food. He had to awkwardly point to most of the things he wanted, paid the guy, and stuff everything in his bag. He was always so clueless in the outside world that he usually didn't like making stops like these. When he tried to buy a dagger, he ended up cutting the people behind him and people started yelling at him. Not knowing what he did wrong, he just stood there, unaffected by all the insults the people threw. To be honest, he didn't really know what half of them implied.
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Posted: Tue Jan 11, 2011 3:07 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 27, 2011 6:01 pm
₳ ѕтяeαʟʟα ₥ιcнeʟʟe ₡яoɴυѕ𝕬strealla reached the town in a decent amount of time, the sun was still up and the people were still bustling about the city, or more like town, that they lived in. It was a completely western-style town, with horses as transportation and saloons planted throughout the town. The walk there was always pleasant for Astrealla, she enjoyed the fresh air and the calmness of the land around her, but this time her mind was too busy running around to think of such things. She was busy planning out how she could capture the prince. The idea was far fetched to her, but she had been taught not to talk back to people like her boss, to just find a way to accomplish it, no matter the difficulty or impossibility of the task. She sighed as she walked into the one shop in town, besides the stands but she never went to those, which for her was lucky because that meant everything would be there and she wouldn't waste much time hopping between shops in search of her needs because everything that she needed was there. It may have low stock, but it was still there.
The shop owner smiled and waved at her as she walked in, for she visited the shop quite often and in a town like this, it was impossible not to know nearly everyone. No one really knew her besides the shopkeeper because she refused to talk with the others; she had always been a social outcast. She'd heard the way the wives talked about her when they thought she couldn't hear and didn't care for it much, so she tried her best to avoid them. They'd said that she was unsocial, too unsocial, to ever have friends, let alone marry like women were supposed to, but she didn't care. All she cared for was her job, even though at times, it made her feel wrong, like she was doing the wrong thing, especially if the man did nothing wrong to deserve being treated the way he was while he was under their rule.
She bought the ammo and food for the trip, and some clothes as well since hers were now torn and covered in dirt from head to toe. She knew the gun would be helpful, but the bow and arrow was always more reliable, even than a sword, which she carried on a holster on her hip, because you could nearly ever miss with it, well she never did any way. Shooting arrows was her specialty. She shook her head to bring herself back to the present and walked out of the shop which caused her to squint as the sun shone directly into her eyes. She sighed and walked to the inn so that she could stay the night. She would have to get up early to leave for the castle, since it was a two day's walk, but on a horse, she could travel there much faster, which she intended to do.
She assumed that someone else would be trying to get to the prince before her, and sleeping at the town was bugging her, but it was necessary. She sighed as the sun was hidden from view by the roof of the inn and purchased a room for the night, not socializing with the woman who stood behind the counter, and nearly ran to her room. She knew not of what she would do for the remaining time that she would spend awake for the day, but she did know that in that room, she could get away from the noise and be able to relax at least slightly.
((Sorry for such a late reply. I hope this one makes up for it >.< I didn't mean to disappear on you...))
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Posted: Sun Jan 30, 2011 5:38 pm
Tяαce Jαяed Pαяkeя ~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~ Trace was beginning to feel a bit irritated at the constant yellings. He just proceeded to buy the dagger and ignored all the constant glares from others. He really didn't understand why they were so angry. Perhaps it was because he had to wait in line but the level of anger he received wasn't exactly necessary. Merely shrugging his shoulders, he went on to buying all the supplies he needed. When he felt that he had enough food for a week and enough materials for the assassination, he placed all of the things in his sack and flung it lightly over his shoulder. He double checked his katana in his holster before resuming to walk.
He was in a town that was a bit far from the main castle. It would most likely take at least a day on a horse and even longer on feet. He'd have to go rent a horse and leave early in the morning. Walking out into an open area, away from the town, he found a tall looking tree and climbed on top of it. Resting himself in a sturdy branch, he closed his eyes and let his body relax to the point where he wasn't feeling stiff. He was still on guard for any noise or movements but he knew he needed some sleep. He chose to sleep on a tree however, mostly because towns made him feel uncomfortable. Soon, he let himself doze off and into a light sleep.
-------- When the sun started to rise, its rays hit Trace's face, causing him to stir. The light's warmth and brightness started to wake him up and soon, he was out of the tree and ready to go. He stopped by the town's stable to rent a horse and was out on the road in under an hour. He was briefly thinking about the rumors about the thieves and hoped he wasn't too late. He didn't want his guardian feeling that he wasn't ready for this job.~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~
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Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2011 9:25 am
₳ ѕтяeαʟʟα ₥ιcнeʟʟe ₡яoɴυѕ𝕬s the sun rose, it shone into Astrealla's window, causing her eyes to flutter open at the sudden light now shining in her eyes. She crawled out of the bed, completely aware of the fact that she needed to get to the castle; and quickly. She left only after a quick shower and walked out into the town, where everyone else was still sleeping. She heard horse's hooves as she'd opened the door, but they had quickly faded of, so she deemed it as a figment of her imagination. She walked to the horse stable, and picked up her horse that she kept there, and took off into the young morning.
The constant pattering of the horse's hooves as they ran irritated her for a short while, but soon she didn't even notice it. She cleared her mind to relax herself before she got to the castle, hoping she wouldn't be so edgy when she got there. The sun was up in the sky soon enough, causing her to have to cover her eyes from its intensity. She stopped at about midday after many hours of pushing her horse to its limits with running and found a quiet place to eat her lunch. She didn't build a fire, for there was no need for her simple lunch and it would only take up time and possibly give her location away. She sat down with her small bag of necessities and pulled out some bread, milk, cheese, and celery since that had been the only vegetable available at the time.
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