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This roleplay is like Assassin's Creed..........Kinda.x3 But my vision.:3

You are part of a group of assassin's that kill people that are like murderers.:3

Name

Nickname

Age

Gender

History

Personality

Weapons(Up to 3)

Looks

Other

Auto accepted.

If you kill an innocent person, the leader is sure to find out and you will be in major troblem.

You live in a tower, The Headquaters, hidden in the mountains.

I'm very bored right now.>.< lol

Do not compromise the group. Keep hidden!

Toe.

Name~  Monica

Nickname~ -- 

Age~ 19

Gender~ girl

History~ --

Personality~ --

Weapons~ sword, bow and arrow, dagger

Looks~

Other~ --

{I made this rp cuz im bored and playin killing games so i have that on my mind lol}

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Name~ Kendrick

Nickname~ Kenny

Age~ 20

Gender~ male

History ~ --

Personality ~ --

Weapons~ pistol, throwing knives

Looks~

Other~ --

Name: "... I'm Red Marlick." 

Nickname: "Just Red is fine." 

Age: "Twenty-one. Although, most tell me I look like I'm seventeen." 

Gender: "Male. Only foolish people would think otherwise." 

History: "...." 

Personality: ".... I just want to go back to listening to my music." 

Weapons(Up to 3): "Forks. Sometimes I throw in a few wires with the forks. It sounds ridiculous, but... The combination works wonders. Sometimes my fennec fox, Claude, will jump in to defend me, but I try to keep him from doing that. " 

Looks: 

Other: He has a pet fennec fox who follows him everywhere, named Claude. Claude is rather protective over Red. Red almost constantly has headphones on, as he prefers listening to music over listening to people. 

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Name: "Lyra Etille! You better not forget it!" 

Nickname "I don't see why you can't just call me Lyra..." 

Age: "Nineteen. So don't be thinking that I'm some kind of ancient figure." 

Gender: "I'm a woman!" 

History: "How rude, I suddenly feel violated of my privacy!" 

Personality: "Why don't you scurry along and find somebody else to bother?" 

Weapons(Up to 3): "Wind and fire wheels. If you don't know what they are, then look them up!" 

Looks:   (only, of course, without the gun)

Other: "Good, can you go away now? I need some beauty sleep." 

damn, now i have to join this rp, thanks cheese >.>

Accepted.

You're welcome, Wings. <6 

So, Chelsea, do you want to start? Or do you want me to? But I stink at starting roleplays, so I would recommend that you do... 

Monica sat outside the tower twirling her dragger in her hand. She watched as the snow began to fall. She put her hood up to prevent the flakes from getting in her hair. She wore a solid black sweater and jeans under her assassin's robe with combat boots.

Kenny was in the training area of the headquaters doing target practice with his pistol. He shot each target right in the center each time. He removed his glasses and put the gun in its holster. He got on the elevator and went up to his room.

I started before seeing ur post so me x3

Name wolf kikuy

Nickname wolf

Age 19

Gender female

History

Personality I wouldent advise meeting me

Weapons(Up to 3) bow, compound, 150 pounds, short sword, and a drago knive, ut ull always know its me cause I carve a wolf into the victums flesh when im down

Looks

Other when im not slaughtering people I live on a far, a mile or two from the head qtrs, keep my identity hidden

Name venik jux

Nickname venom

Age 21

Gender male

History

Personality meet me, I dare u

Weapons(Up to 3) high power 50. Cal Rifle, FAL extended mage with a red dot XD simi auto-matic silenced and, an throwing stars

Looks

Other um, yes?

(( Oh. ^-^ M'kay. ))

Red Marlick

He had been wearing his robe, for warmth, as he stood outside. Claude, the little fennec fox, was at his feet, curling up around one of its legs as it seeked for warmth. Red's hood was up, covering the headphones he wore underneath, which were plugged into an iPod he kept in the pocket of a T-shirt he was wearing. Red felt a little bit cold, watching the little flurries of white fall from the sky. It wasn't a surprise he was cold at all, since he was wearing only a T-shirt, jeans, and rather worn-out Converse shoes. He was a bit less traditional than the others in terms of clothing, but he didn't mind at all. 

Red looked down from his gaze at the falling snow, to watch Claude. Red made sure that the fennec fox wasn't too cold, then crossed his arms, tapping the index finger of his right hand to the beat of the song he was listening to. He mumbled the lyrics to the song under his breath, so quietly that it was hard for somebody else to hear. 

"The secret side I keep. Hid under lock and key. I keep it caged and I can't control it. Cause if I let it out, he'll tear me up and break me down. Why won't somebody come and save me from this? Make it end..." 

Lyra Entille

She was in the training room, slicing through dummies with her wind and fire wheels. Lyra paused after a while, wiping a droplet of sweat from her forehead. Looking at the remnants of the cloth dummies, Lyra was immediately pleased with her progress. She was extremely skilled in using wind and fire wheels. If they were an instrument, she'd be a virtuoso. 

"Well... Lyra, let's try to do better," she muttered to herself, before setting up many more dummies. Lyra dashed at them, cutting through the thick, durable cloth with her wind and fire wheels. She would occassionally stab them, leaving deep holes in the material. Her feet moved skillfully and gracefully, as if she were floating on air and dancing. She thought of her weapons as an extension of her arm, which only helped her to become more skilled and prodigious with them. 

wolf *she was cleaning her blade and oiling her bow, she adored the thing, she would oil it eveery day and pratcise with it, missing was a rare event and when she dident, she dient stop until she was out of arrows and she had quit afew, she  pulled it back feeling te fibers tighten,  her three fingers use to the tormant, u could actualy see te diffrence in her fngers , the ones on her right hand, middle,index, and ring were rough and scare well the ther wones were soft, she had finger gaurds but found them useless, she did were an armgurd, leather,under steel, and more lether on top, it weight about 4 pounts on her arm, witch wasentmuch snse she pratied with bot hans, her left wasent as good as her right but wwell enough for satisfactory, her sowars were another story, she dident has as much heart for them, tey were cold steel with  leather grip, or hilt, they were sleek and deadly, like her silver eyes, she herd lyra again, slashing threw dumbies as if there were butter, her weapons were strange, yet she felt impressed by the girls delicated form of swiftly and cunning death, an admiration she share with herbrothers and sisters o the sancturary*

The leader spotted Monica and Red when he stepped outside, "You two," He spoke,"I have a mission for you."

Monica looked up to the leader. She stood and walked to him.

Lyra Entille

She noticed another girl in the training room, and somehow felt compelled to walk up to her. "... Nice weapon you have there," she said, nodding her head at teh bow and arrow. "I'm more of an... Unusual weapons person, though." Lyra shrugged one arm. 

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Red Marlick

He faintly heard somebody call him through the music and looked over to see the leader. Red put the headphones down around his neck, so he could still hear the music, but it was quiet enough to hear people easily. After waking Claude, Red walked over to the leader, the fennec fox shaking its fur to rid itself of snow, then following. Red patiently waited for the leader to give the details, as he tapped his foot to the rhythm of the song. 

wolf *she smiled up at the girl* i rther hod and admiratio for ur skill with such a weapon, it seems likeu eed alot of grace, uch more persoal ten say a gun and a sword, *her fingerstapped the hid of her sword* i was thnking, would u like a sparing partner? of course i cant say im much of a match by maybe u could each me a thing of to,ive only recently gotten into swords and its hard to tell if im making progress with something that doesnt move

venom *he wasat the range, it was a floor under the sword grounds wee lyra and wolf were,he was aming upa target,he pressed a button, makeing a artificatal wnd and rain pour from the ceiling he was pratisieng with his favret gun, the targe was at the max rang of 300 yards, the dummie couldent go anyfarther she he aimed up acounting foor wind n rain*

"A group down in the village at foot of the mountain has been torturing citizens." The leader said. "I want you two to go down, find them, and kill them, then report back to me."

Monica continued to twirl the dragger around in her hand. She smiled, "My pleasure."