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[TwilightMoonDragon]

History


There is a ban on any more assassin characters.

OCC Thread- http://forums.dragcave.net/index.php?act=S...=0#entry6526281

The sky was blue; as blue as the ocean and blue as the man's eyes as he walked down the street of the Austrian Circle. The year was 1600 A.D. The Holy Roman Empire was as strong as ever during those lovely times. Germanic people mingled on the street corners, gossiping about the... strange people that went around the streets in hoods and armor. Funny, that's how he was dressed as he lurked under the overhangs of the stone buildings. A tuft of blond hair poked from under the hood and into the light, but that was all that it revealed. Callous, pink lips were twisted into a devious and somewhat charming smirk as he relaxed against a wall, tucking his gloved hands behind his back.
Now, where was he? That man he was meeting.
The male hesitantly lowered his hood and glanced around. There were no enemies nearby, and no one even thought of looking toward the shadows of the buildings. The Germanic people spoke idly, softly, happily amongst their own groups. Some pretty women strolled down the street, which the male instinctively followed with his mischievous eyes. Up and down the eyes went, taking in the fluid movements of the women's hips and torso. If only... he thought wistfully. Though, he immediately pushed the thought to the side. This life was better. The life he used to live before this one was a lie, and the Brotherhood found him and showed him the light. And it felt... wonderful to be free from the "happy" thoughts of the idle people.
Now, where was this son of a... Well, he’d rather not even think that word.
"If only you were as observant of your surroundings as you are of women."
Alarmed, the man raised his eyes to see an older man at his left side; while he was maybe thirty, the other man was around forty. "Ebizio!"
"If I were one of them, you would be dead." Ebizio's lips twisted slightly into a snarl, silently scolding his apprentice for lack of attention. Not that it mattered. Casio almost never learnt from his mistakes and was always...flighty.
"You took so long." Casio said softly.
"An assassin must always be on guard." Ebizio cut him off before he could say anything else. "You know that."
"Yes," Casio hung his head. Ebizio looked to the side and leant against the wall with Casio. The mentor and apprentice shared silence for a long time. The birds chirped and occasionally a few wary glances were sent their way. They listened to the chatter of the people again; they were speaking about the day, how it was so sunny and warm.
"I have heard rumors that mysterious cargo ships have appeared in the harbor," Ebizio informed his apprentice. "We will go and investigate."
Casio's eyes lit up from their dulled state. He knew that investigate meant going around and cutting the German guards' throats; he loved that kind of stuff. "When should we go?" he asked immediately.
"As soon as possible," Ebizio smiled roughly down at Casio and, in a moment, he leapt up, clinging to the overhang with a hookblade, and lifted himself up to the building's ceiling. Casio promptly followed, and the two slipped like shadows across the ceilings of the buildings around them. Leaping and clinging, they made their way toward the harbor.

Plot:

You are a person living in the Holy Roman Empire or Italy. The type of person you will be, however, is all up to you. You can be an assassin, Templar, or a normal citizen. Though, whatever you do will lead to something else- whether it be good or bad.
Though, on top of the everyday struggle against the assassins, the Templars have discovered that Altair, an assassin of legend, had written every single thing about the assassins in a book which he keeps locked up somewhere in the Holy Roman Empire. The assassins have discovered this as well, and now, the two are fighting more than ever-- the Templars for retrieving the book and destroying the Brotherhood using their secrets, and the Brotherhood to keep their secrets safe.
The Book of Altair, or so the book is called, is located somewhere in the empire. It could be under the city in the caverns and tunnels, or up in the city itself. However, both the Brotherhood and Templars know that Altair was unpredictable- and thus he must have hidden his book in an unpredictable and dangerous place.
The Brotherhood and the Templars do not know that the book is being searched for by each other, but soon, they will due to the citizen's gossip of the movement around the city... That or the assassins that are being held captive by the Templars will spill the beans under their harsh torture. The question is... Who will find the book first, the Brotherhood or the Templars?

Now that the Book is found and safe within the heart of Rome's Brotherhood, the assassins are somewhat happy. But after dousing the blaze of a Piece fueled rebellion, the original Brotherhood accept Casio Portabello, Cullen Reid, Joan Slyndenti, the leaders of the New Brotherhood and who had the Pieces in their possession, back home with other assassins with no punishment. Peace is uneasy between those select assassins and the rest, but will the new day last long enough so that the Brotherhood could bathe in the warm rays, and rest from the darkness and death of night?

Generation 2

After the great assassins had fallen, leaving behind some hope for the stability of the Creed, the Brotherhood of Rome crumbled. Each of the children went their own ways, going to visit the world or staying in Rome to work. But Cullen Reid, an old relic that Rome's Creed left behind, came to help rebuild the Creed. At his death the assassins came back together, and made the Brotherhood stable.
But a threat looms in the shadows... A Russian ex-military man, Ruslan Smert, knows of the Brotherhood and plans to take them down, so the Templars could achieve their goals at controlling the world without any resistance. The plan is this: to get the assassins to join his side or kill all of them. 

Generation 3

Years have passed, and the year is 1861- the Civil War is at its peak and the two young countries, the Union States of America and the Confederate States of America, are feuding over slave rights. The Confederates want black slaves and the Union deems it disgraceful and wrong, and they are currently fighting for this reason. The Creed is in an equal state; the Union's Creed and the Confederate's Creed are at war as well, and are secretly battling it out without anyone noticing. The Union's Creed have to be careful... They don't have just one powerful enemy any longer.

Generation 4

The Templars and the Assassins have fought for many, many generations, but it all comes down to this- the present times. The Templars became Abstergo Industries, and the Brotherhood is simply called the Brotherhood. Abstergo agents are looking for the Pieces of Eden, and the Assassins are definitely trying to stop them- but they have a huge head start on it...
The Assassins will have to, not only send some of their own to travel the world, but keep the base clean back at New York, and that will prove difficult, dodging police and Abstergo agents at the same time...

Setting:

Awwwwwwww yeah buddy! The year is finally 2013, the Year of the Snake... Or sumthin'. Well, ya see, we're assassins! Yep, yep! That totally survived the Rapture...
No, serious. We're assassins, and our legacies have spread all over the world for hundreds and hundreds of years. The year is 2013, and the setting is Manhattan, New York; we huddle up in some sort of project that we bought, and try to keep it down...

Some Terms

Street-Born: an assassin who was born and raised in the streets. They are respected the most because they learned how to survive on their own.
Creed-Born: an assassin who was born and raised in the Creed. They are least respected because they lived a pampered and protected life until it came time to learn how to fight.
Litter [Litters]: a babe or babes that were born to an assassin.
Dirty Half Blood [Dirty Half Blood Templar/Half Blood]: a Templar or assassin whose mother/father was an assassin and their father/mother was a Templar. Overall the most disrespected people in the Order or Brotherhood. They are treated like garbage.

Rules

[*] No flaming, god modding, constant vulgar cursing, etc.
[*] No Mary Sues or Gary Stus.
[*] There will be several scenes in this RP that involves violence, but please do not go into gruesome detail about a kill.
[*] Your charrie must age. That means that there's no way to get around the death thing. It's not like the charries can't reproduce and then there are new ones! Magical!
[*] Be realistic!
[*] There can and will be romance, but please be aware that you must keep it PG-13.
[*] You can make as many characters as you want, but please keep them active.
[*] Translate any foreign language in your posts, even if it contains curses.
[*] No chat speak. You must use proper grammar.
[*] All sections of the form must be filled.
[*] Two paragraphs [16+ sentences] per character.
[*] The password is to be included in the other section of your form. The password is 'OMG, ALTAIR IS SO SEXEH'.
[*] New rule: No assassins/apprentices under seventeen years old.

Form

Username:
Name:
Gender:
Age:
Birthplace: [NOT ASIA]
Side: [Assassin? Templar? Citizen?]
Position: [Assassin Leader/Assassin/Mentor/Apprentice? Templar Captain? N/A?]
Assassin Rank:
Appearance: [Just a pic of the person, does not have to be wearing specific clothing.]
Clothing: [What clothes do they wear?]
Weapons:
Personality:
History:
Kin: [List a few family members. For instance: Maritza [grandmother], Emilio [grandfather], Steven [father], Kari [mother], etc.]
Abilities: [Something they're good at!]
Weaknesses: [At least five.]
Strengths: [At most three.]
Likes:
Dislikes:
Other:
Theme Song: [For fun! <3]

Characters

Brotherhood

Mentor

Lucy, Female, 26 [TMD]

Assassin Masters

Mari, Female, 21 [Moose]

Kyoko, Female, 27 [Ice]

Vincent, Male, 26 [Duss]

Assassins

Parker, Male, 25 [TMD]

Kory, Male, 21 [TMD]

Aiden, Male, 19 [Danni]

Jani, Female, 26 [Rain]

Tawni, Female, 26 [Rain]

Lily, Female, 25 [Moose]

Sam, Female, 21 [Duss]

Derek, Male, 25 [Skull]

Kendrik, Male, 37 [Ice]

Assassin Apprentices

Florence, Female, 19 [TMD] [Mentor: Vincent]

Dan, DJ Apprentice, Male, 20 [Ice]

Abstergo

Abstergo Leader

Abstergo Agents

Cheshire, Female, 26 [Rain]

Citizens of Manhattan

James and Chris, Own Side, Male, 37 [Danni]



This post has been edited by TwilightMoonDragon on Jun 10 2013, 08:27 AM

[TwilightMoonDragon]

Character Information

Assassins- They are the main focus of the story. Their group is also called the Brotherhood. They are basically the good guys, yet, they pick pocket, and commit unruly actions at times to attract attention. These people revere two assassins named Altair and Ezio. They do not allow dirt to be scraped on those names, no matter what. There are three types of assassins:
1.) Mentor- overall the highest an assassin could go in rank; they are the ultimate leader of a branch, and the country that they're in. Think of the Mentor as the president and the leaders as their advisors. Whatever the Mentor says, goes, no matter what. If all the leaders gather and decide on something between each other, they must go to their Mentor for the approval. They give the final descision on any attacks, executions, or mentor for a specific apprentice.
2.) Assassin Leaders- the leaders of the group of assassins. They give out orders and give others apprentices to teach. They are usually the quickest and smartest of the group, but of course, they have flaws as well. These are the only assassins that have Dual Hidden Blades and there can be three of them.
3.) Assassin- a normal assassin. They go around performing missions and helping the locals.
4.) Assassin Mentor- an assassin who is currently teaching an apprentice. The mentor and the apprentice usually go on missions together and their trust is basically unbreakable. Mentors are usually trustworthy assassins that have proven themselves worthy to teach a younger apprentice.
5.) Assassin Apprentice- a new assassin. They are currently in training.
Assassins usually stay to themselves while on missions. Though, if they do come across Germanic Guards, they use a technique that calls assassins to their aid- a whistle resembling the screech of a bird of aid. This could be heard for at least a mile, and assassins have been taught that this is a sign of distress and they should investigate.
Eagle Sense- a sixth sense in assassins. They have the ability to observe something so well that they find out information about the item or person they are looking at.
Assassin Ranks

1- Recruit (Private)
2- Servant (Private E2)
3- Assistant (Private First Class)
4- Soldier (Sergeant) <-- Where they become actual full assassins.
5- Disciple (Staff Sergeant)
6- Mercenary (Sergeant First Class)
7- Warrior (Master Sergeant)
8- Veteran (Command Master Sergeant)
9- Assassin First Rank (Second Lieutenant)
10- Assassin Second Rank (First Lieutenant)
11- Assassin Third Rank (Major)
12- Assassin Fourth Rank (Lieutenant Colonel)
13- Assassin Fifth Rank (Colonel)
14- Assassin Master (General)

Abstergo- a group of "genetic scientists". They kidnap people with rich, assassin bloodlines and put them in the Animus to find out where the Pieces of Eden are. They also fight against the Brotherhood, and they work with the police, the government, and basically every offical.

Citizens- citizens![/times]

Weapons

http://assassinscreed.wikia.com/wiki/Weapons

This post has been edited by TwilightMoonDragon on May 8 2013, 12:46 PM

[TwilightMoonDragon]

BROTHERHOOD

Mentor

Username: TMD
Name: Lucy Stark
Gender: Female
Age: 26 
Birthplace: Munich, Germany
Side: Brotherhood
Position: Mentor
Assassin Rank: 15 
Appearance: My life is filled with sticks and stones...
Clothing: There's always a silver lining...
Weapons: Dual Hidden blades, two rapid shooting machine guns for long ranged shooting, and a normal handgun.
Personality: Lucy is like a sweet chili pepper; she is sweet, kind, and gentle, but she can easily switch from being pleasant to not being pleasant at all. She has had multiple men, and she has always been "on top", which lead to multiple break ups because she was so controlling and brutal in romance. But as a leader, she is strong and stealthy, despite all of the things that she eats.
History: Born in Munich but taken to America when she was but a newborn, Lucy went to school at the age of three and left at the age of sixteen. She left to cope with her mother's abandonment and live with her father. Her father took care of her but she had to work as hard as he did to support each other, thus leading to her working at Burger King for the next year or two. However, some strange people approached her and kidnapped her, and she realized that they were Abstergo agents. They put her into the Animus and withdrew copious amounts  of information from the past, and threw her out instead of killing her. Lucy, lost and suffering from the Bleeding Effect, joined the Brotherhood. In no more than five years, Lucy found herself as Mentor, the Bleeding Effect helping. However, it is considered a curse to her, and she usually attacks people around her if she has one of her fits.
Kin: An unknown assassin woman,  Damian Stark [grandfather], Lady Stark [grandmother], Christian Stark [father], Petra Stark [mother].
Abilities: Her Bleeding Effect has improved her skills to the maximum.
Weaknesses: 
- Many weaknesses come from her Bleeding Effect. 
- Attacks people around her during fits, saying that they are her enemy [reliving ancestor's memory].
- Has constant headaches.
- Has horrible hallucinations and dreams.
- Suffers from horrible confusion at times.
- Doesn't trust anyone, really.
- Due to her mental instability, she really isn't well enough to be mentor.
Strengths: 
- Her swift agility.
- Experience from Bleeding Effect.
Likes: Food, candies, and meaty dinners and lunches. She also likes men, and cars. She likes thrills and friends, and loves art, especially writing.
Dislikes: her Bleeding Effect, her friends at times, her horrible assassin ancestry, and sometimes her life.
Other: Hey, what's up? Now go away!
Theme Song: Uprising - Muse

Assassin Leaders

Username: Mousia
Name: Mari Cato (prefers to be addressed with Japense honorifics such as -sama [for other assassins], -san [for other masters], or -chan [for the Mentor])
Gender: Female
Age: 21
Birthplace: Sacramento, California
Side: Assassin Leader
Assassin Rank: 15 (Master)
Appearance: X
Clothing: She usually wears a tank top with a hoodie or leather jacket, depending on the situation. She always wears jeans and one would most likely see her in combat boots or sneakers.
Weapons: Mari carries two daggers and a retractable katana. She also carries a gun because one can never know when long range protection is needed.
Personality: Mari is laid-back and relaxed. Not much gets on her nerves. However, if one were to mention her history, family, or flaws, Mari would be very upset. She likes to pretend that she has no flaws and nothing bad has happened to her, but does a poor job of hiding any of it. She does make friends well enough, but still keeps them at arm's length. Overall, liking the anime she likes is a good way to get on her good side.
History: Mari was raised on anime, cartoons, and had a good ol' American education. Her and her siblings got along and lived well. But outside influences transformed Mari into a rebellious teenager and she resented her parents and the order they'd established. She only told her brother of her plans (her parents had been rich and had already primed her sister to be a 'proper lady', so she was untrustworthy) to leave and she caught a bus out of California and rode all the way to the east coast. Once there, she joined the assassins and learned quickly about their ways. She still liked anime, which greatly shaped who she was. She became devoted also to living their culture and still does, to some extent.
Kin: Lina (Mother); Rod (Father); Kyle (Older Brother); Jennifer (Older Sister)
Abilities: Running away, watching anime, arguing over nothing
Weaknesses:
-scared of her family members
-is mediocre (at best) at firing her gun
-depressive tendencies
-thinks she knows everything
-hates certain people for no reason
-can't make decisions easily
Strengths:
-eats healthy
-jack-of-all-trades
-expert linguist
Likes: speaking, darkness, pain (only her own, for some reason), music, literature, anime, video games, humor
Dislikes: hiding, religion, failure
Other: Meow?
Theme Song: Boston - Augustana

Name: Kyoko Yamada

Gender: Female

Age: 27

Birthplace: New York, NY

Side: Assassins

Position: Assassin Master

Assassin Rank: Rank 2

Appearance: http://m716.photobucket.com/albumview/albu...n.jpg.html?o=32

Clothing: http://springs.deviantart.com/art/Modern-d...ncept-192056856

Weapons: Two hidden blades, silenced MK90, Beretta M9, Smoke Grenades, Flashbangs, Large stiletto knife, shruikans

Personality: Kyoko is a hardened warrior, and often interacts with what some might consider coldness. Despite this, Kyoko can be a quite nice girl when one gets to know her, and is quite friendly towards other assassins until given a reason to be provoked. Once angry,it is difficult to calm her down, and Kyoko holds a grudge until it is repaid. She is cold and calculating on the battlefield, and is an exelent strategist. She often comes up with situations in her head for fun, and plans her way out of each one. She positively loves puzzle games, and excels at ones such as Sudoku and Crosswords. Kyoko takes offense to any who Judie her based on her Chinese heritage, and has often gotten into fights over the subject. The way she sees it, being female only means you must work a bit harder than men to get the same recognition and respect, and relishes in the challenge. Kyoko is often trying to prove that she has more balls, no pun intended, than most men her age.

History:Growing up in a small, slightly poor suburb of NY, NY, Kyoko was always helping her family with their restaurant. It wasn't often as a little girl that she wasn't helping her Chinese father preparing a meal, or her Japanese mother waiting tables. Often, it was her older brother that bussed tables, but even Kyoko got assigned the menial task every once in a while. Whenever she wasn't helping her family, Kyoko was busy in their upstairs apartment, studying. She remained homeschooled through most of the early years of childhood, but finally her family was able to afford sending Kyoko to a private school in her neighborhood, which only strengthened the feeling of male superiority that she had grown up with at home. This pushed her to exceed all others in her class, graduating high school as Valedictorian. She jumped right into college, majoring in business ownership and management. She was on the fast track to an amazing life, when one day, her brother was killed in an alleyway by some idiot that thought he could get to Kyoko through him. She did meet her brother's killer eventually, but all the man saw was a kitchen knife as it arced towards him.

Now a full on murderer, Kyoko ran from the city, not telling any of her family where she had gone. It was then that she found a member of the Assassin Brotherhood, who took Kyoko under his wing as an apprentice. Kyoko was quick to show her aptitude, and moved up the ranks, inheriting one of the master positions at 25.

Kin: Kotowa (Father), Jin-We (Mother), Kai (Brother)

Abilities: Strategist, Stealth

Weaknesses: Slightly arrogant, not very friendly, Quick to Judie based on appearance (Ironic, isn't it?), can't swim very well, paranoid in small crowd settings

Strengths: Deadly accurate with almost any weapon, can quickly analyze a situation and plan accordingly, good at free running

Likes: Orchesta music, fireside dinners, brain puzzles

Dislikes: Loud, annoying sounds, empty and open spaces

Other:

Theme Song:


Username: Dusset
Name: Vincent (Vince) Reid, Esq.
Gender: Male
Age: 26
Birthplace: New York City
Side: Assassin
Position: Assassin
Assassin Rank: 7
Appearance: Vincent has a shaved head to give the impression he receives chemo. His eyes are green as emerald and his skin tone is lighter than usual. He stands around 5’ 10” and weighs around 150lb, with a trim, muscular, build.
Clothing: Assassin Clothing Day-to-Day
Weapons: Hidden Blade, 20mm Sniper Rifle, Silenced Mini-Uzi, Switchblade, Throwing Knives
Personality: Vince is pretty eccentric, prone to doing things often without logical reason or to entertain himself. He seems to be aware of this and often plays on it to mess with others. He’s very calm and hard to get a rise out of. He’s incredibly smart even if he rarely shows it, and very modest about his intelligence. Despite his appearance, he’s polite and responsible.
History:Vince was never an average kid in school. He was always a cut above the rest and even skipped two grades in middle school. Upon early high school graduation, he attended Harvard law school and received his doctorate at twenty two. He’s able to practice law in twelve states. However, his incredible success leaves him exhausted and bored. To alleviate it he began partaking in Cannabis. He’s even successfully forged the documents to legally use it. Though, it wasn’t enough. Shortly after graduating college, he joined the assassins to further entertain himself.
Kin: Shaun Reid (Ancestor), George Reid (Father), Mary Reid (Mother)
Abilities: Vincent’s normal vision is exceedingly impressive. He can pick out details as clear as day at distances others would only see blurs.
Weaknesses: Prone to overthinking situations and simple problems, always searching for a complex answer. Unlike others, he has a problem with killing without reason, even Templars, though he won’t hesitate to do so if it’s required and he agrees that it is. He can fight close range, but isn’t as skilled in the field.
Strengths: Incredibly smart and tactical on the battlefield. His accuracy could easily be internationally rated.
Likes: Leisure time, women, slacking off, practice of law.
Dislikes: Organized religion, straight-edge people, killing.
Other: Stoner, has a Doctorate in Law. Past Eagle scout. Owns a German Shepard named Biscuit.
Themesong: Vince The Loveable Stoner

Assassins

Username: TMD
Name: Parker Smith
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Birthplace: Queens, New York
Side: Brotherhood
Position: Assassin
Assassin Rank: 7
Appearance: Well, hello there.
Clothing: You leave them alone!
Weapons: Hidden Blade, Desert Eagle, AK47 [Only for Long Ranged Fighting],  and several types of precision bombs and small knives to fight close combat.
Personality: Parker is the kind of man one wants to be around; a friendly sort of guy that will laugh and drink with you and could keep a secret if he really tried. He has a tinge of sarcasm around him, and, even though he usually bites back remarks, his words could really hurt someone. His laughter booms around the room, his whoops could be heard from the street, and his angry voice can be heard in the midst of arguments. 
History: Born in Queens, New York, Parker was raised by his stepfather and his mother. His father had died when he was in her womb, but for unknown reasons at this time. Either way, his stepfather was just as fatherly as a real father would be, and it turned out that he was his father's best friend.  When he came of age, Parker was told that he came from a legendary bloodline of assassins, and that he would soon be one himself. However, before he was old enough to join the league, Abstergo agents raided their home and killed his mother. His stepfather killed the men, and took Parker back to the Creed, where he soon became his mentor. He trained as hard as any apprentice, and soon became a full assassin. Sadly, shortly after his ceremony, his mentor died when someone ran him over with a car.
Kin: Parker [Father], Tania [Mother]
Abilities: Great hacker.
Weaknesses: 
- doesn't trust anyone very well.
- does not believe people for who they are.
- his anger gets in the way of his fighting.
- his fighting is rather loud.
- he often gets into arguments, and things that are not his business.
Strengths: 
- hacking skills. 
- knows how to jump start a car.
- friendly personality.
Likes: Rap music, music with a deep beat to it, speed [not the drug, but the cars that go fast and things that go fast], the night, women.
Dislikes: drugs, drug dealers, prostitutes, angry people, extremely loud people.
Other: Well, that's it about me. 
Theme Song: Viva La Vida - Coldplay

Username: TMD
Name: Kory McDoughy
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Birthplace: Miami, Florida
Side: Brotherhood
Position: Assassin
Assassin Rank: 4
Appearance: Well, well, well, what do we have here? [Male]
Clothing: Target down!
Weapons: Kory is obsessed with sniper guns and long ranged weapons. He has several sniper guns and rifles, but he has semi-automatic pistols as well, just in case. He bears a hidden blade and several knives to attack people close up.
Personality: Kory is a wild piece of work, with a deep, deep sense of adventure running through his veins. He and his sister, Sam, are amongst the most reckless people in the Creed, and they really don't listen to anyone around them. It's said that Sam and Kory break the law, but not because they're in the Creed, but because they sometimes street race and start horrible barfights. They, at times, also break into women's homes and go panty raiding, highlighting the recklessness that courses through this McDoughy's veins.
History: Born in Miami, Florida, Kory stole his first car as soon as he was able to drive, which was around thirteen. He crashed the car into a store, which allowed police to arrest him and keep him behind bars until someone bailed him out. His twin sister, Sam, broke him out, and the two ran away from home and lived together ever since. Sam was always the one leading him into situations, whether it was stealing a petty piece of candy or actually street racing. Either way, one always made sure to get away from the cops if one was arrested so they could bail each other out. Nothing is known about their parents, but from the sounds of it, they didn't seem happy and proud of their children.
Kin: Charlie McDoughy [distant ancestor], Flinn McDoughy [father], Sierra McDoughy [mother], Sam [Samantha] McDoughy [Twin Sister]
Abilities: Driving skills are amazing.
Weaknesses: 
- his recklessness gets him into difficult situations.
- women! Women women women. He is completely distracted by women.
- shiny things~ he loves to steal them!
- some say he has ADD, due to his hyperactivity and lacking attention.
- follows his sister's  ass where ever she goes, when ever, and whatever she does.
- he might be wanted by the cops...
Strengths: 
- thinks brilliant things on the spot.
- cooks rather well.
- is extremely friendly towards others.
Likes: Cars, women, cigarettes, his sister, McDonald's, Burger King, any other fast food joints, or food in particular, doughnuts.
Dislikes: Cops! >c
Other: I'll wear your granddad's clothes~
Theme Song: That's How We Roll - Don Omar

Name: Aiden D’Nille
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Birthplace: Los Angeles, California
Side: Assassin
Position: Assassin
Rank: 8

Appearance: http://pictures.4ever.eu/data/674xX/cartoo...oy%20162834.jpg his eyes are a cold icy blue while his hair is jet black. He stands at about 5’ 10” and is not a pushover. While he doesn’t have a built body he is not just scrawny and weak. He has the average body of an athletic teen.

Clothing: Anthony normally wears a pair of dark blue jeans, which are a little baggy but he keeps tightened with a belt, with a white button up t-shirt that he generally keeps half tucked in and half unbuttoned at any one time, underneath his button up he wears a plain white sleeveless shirt. From his black belt on his right side hangs a silver chain that loops into his back pocket where he keeps a pocket watch. Despite people asking he never answers why he carries the pocket watch, or why it is on a long chain, whenever approached with the question he merely stares coldly at the person who asked the question and walks away. When it is cold or rainy he wears a black soft leather jacket with a thick collar that he tends to leave up, which hides his neck. The jacket has 4 buttoned pockets on the front, two up on his chest and two on either side of the zipper at the bottom; it also has two side pockets much like the ones found on jeans. Inside the jacket, one on either side, are two pockets a little wider than a piece of paper folded in thirds and about as long. His shoes are simply black and white Adidas Sambas which he tenaciously keeps very clean. He usually wears his mask to hide his face, no one asks why it is broken, and when they do they get the same response as asking any other question about his attire. When he doesn’t wear his mask he keeps his face hidden, either by wrapping it in gauze strips or by wearing a hood. Aside from clothing he wears a double holster vest under his button up shirt; this allows him to keep his guns hidden in public. On his left wrist he wears a few bracelets, they are all handmade and braided with black thread though the ties are made of red thread. He also wears a watch that has a cracked face, it is a digital watch that has a stopwatch and even a digital compass built in. On his back he carries a laptop bag, in which he carries his high powered laptop, the charger, an internet cable, and a few solar panels and converters that he can use to charge most of his devices anywhere. He also carries around a few other gizmos and gadgets such as a LASER pointer, a Swiss army knife,

Weapons: Aiden carries two Colt SSP 9mm, two Assassin Knives and a hidden blade. Aiden has also been known to carry around two or three MK-II hand grenades, though he rarely needs them let alone is able to use them.
Personality: Aiden is cold and distant from others. He tends to avoid getting emotionally close to anyone and will just stare blankly or even hatefully at others. He is quiet and detached and won’t even talk to someone unless his input is truly needed or when he is angered to the point where he lashes out. Aiden tends to get angry a lot, especially when people bother him or verbally assault him. When they start pestering about his past or his family or even insult his family. When angry he tends to be very violent and will get in fights with the person who angered him regardless of who they are, due to his anger and violence he also has a hard time getting along with and respecting authority. When he attacks someone he is ruthless and will, if able, leave a person unconscious and bloodied, perhaps even give them a broken nose or loose teeth.

History: What little people know about Aiden is that he grew up in Los Angeles until he was about 10, then something happened where he began living on the streets. He was a bit juvenile and would get in trouble with the law at times. Then an assassin came and took him in, recognizing his appearance as the son of two assassins the assassin brought Aiden back to the Creed. Some say that Aiden only got to his rank because of his parents’ influence on the creed and their will. Though whenever confronted with this notion Aiden lashes out and attacks the person who says it.

Kin: None living

Abilities: Aiden is good at making people fear him; because of this he can also get information rather easily. Due to being a bit of a shut-in Aiden is also an expert with computers and technology. He often engineers and jury-rigs equipment and inventions that help him out. Though not very good with the vision aspect of it Aiden is very adept with Eagle sense and tends to show this in ways such as intuition and instinct. Some say that he is constantly in a state of using Eagle sense though there is no way to prove that, but he has been known to avoid punches or attacks from behind without being able to see his opponent.

Weaknesses:
-Anger Issues
-Untrusting
-Has a strong dislike of people and doesn’t often get along with them
-Has a very prominent disregard and lack of respect for authority
-Very violent

Strengths:
-A prodigy with computers and technology
-Gathering Intel
-Seems to have a constant unconscious use of Eagle Sense, which is only enhanced when he makes a conscious effort to use it

Likes: Night time, quiet, computers, technology, robots, sleeping
Dislikes: People, talking, annoying people, girls, boys, loud people, sunny days

Other: None

Theme Song: What Lies Beneath – Breaking Benjamin

Username: RainDash
Name: Jani Sor’an
Gender: Female
Age: 26
Birthplace: New York, New York
Side: Assassin
Position: Assassin
Assassin Rank: 10
Appearance: Bang.http://free.bridal-shower-themes.com/img/a/n/anime-girl-with-long-brown-hair-and-blue-eyes_4.jpg
but she has a scar on her lower cheek, as well as on her forehead.
Clothing: She wears a simple black shirt and jeans under Her favorite coat which conceals her weapons. But she has knee high black converse, which are usually worn in front of the pants.
Weapons: Pair of glocks hidden in a pair of shoulder holsters, a hunting knife, and a Desert Eagle
Personality: While at first glance, Jani may seem like a serious person indeed, she is actually very, very eccentric. Get her talking about movies, video games, or even aliens, espers, and time travelers, she will not shut up until the other person leaves. Because of the accident that left her twin sister paralyzed, she often refuses to sit passenger side, or even drive a car. She also sleeps very poorly, dealing with terrible dreams at night. She will go to any length to protect her sister or any she considers close to her. She is also often on edge, nearly killing those who surprise her.
History:
As she grew up, she became very close to her twin sister, who she would often be close to, it was clear she wasn’t nearly as smart as her sister. Despite the feelings of jealousy, she remained close to her sister, even as the smarter one graduated early. When the two were twenty one, they met up again and started to drive to the smarter sister’s dorm room. As they drove, they were suddenly sideswiped by a car which had run the red light. Jani was in the passenger side, and managed to escape the worst of it. However, as she left the car to check on the other person, a black van drove up and shot the driver as he came over to help the unconscious sister. Jani, hiding, witnessed the men called themselves ‘Templars’ and that her sister wouldn’t be a witness, since she would soon be dad as well. Jani managed to knock a few down and shoot the rest with the weapon the other driver had.
However, as she looked at the man, she discovered a hidden blade on his arm and after more research, the Assassins were hearing from her and her sister.
Kin: Tano Fernandez [Predecessor] Lucia Fernandez [Predecessor]
Abilities: Extremely gifted with guns, swords, and other weapons.
Weaknesses:
-She’s suffering from PTSD
-Can be extremely overreactive
-She is extremely afraid of cars, and has taken years to even cross the street
-Poor sleeping patterns
-Would literally kill to make her sister smile
Strengths:
-Thanks to emotional numbness, she doesn’t sympathise with her kills.
-She’s very protective
-She’s very well versed in weapons
Likes: Very slow moving cars, Men, alternative rock, and her sister
Dislikes: Fast moving cars, snobby people, rap, and Templars
Other:
Theme Song:(Anya Hirano- Super Driver)


Username: RainDash
Name: Tawni Sor’an
Gender: Female
Age: 26
Birthplace: New York, New York
Side: Assassin
Position: Assassin
Assassin Rank: 10
Appearance: Code craked.
Clothing: I'm so dangerous, I don't even need my legs to kill you.
Clothing: Surgery? Really?
and black jeans.
Weapons: Her mind, a dagger, knowledge of anatomy, and hacking skills.
Personality: Bitter. Quiet. She doesn’t like anyone but her sister, and even then she can be cruel to her twin. She’s stubborn and pig-headed. She figures that she can study to become a doctor and aid the assassins that way. She feels helpless when in a wheelchair, and avoids it when possible. However, when she needs to move and hack, she can resign herself to a chair until she is done.
History: Tawni was close to her twin sister, Jani. Through careful study and quick wits, she started to head the class in grades. She was also a gifted dancer and athlete. She graduated early and started her Pre-med studies. When the two were twenty one, they met up again and started to drive to the smarter sister’s dorm room. As they drove, they were suddenly sideswiped by a car which had run the red light. Tawni had the worst of it. She was dimly aware as she was being hauled out of the driver’s seat by the other driver, who had escaped the worst injuries. She was set down beside the car, as two men emerged from a black van and shot the man who had only just lifted her out. Unable to move her legs, Tawni watched as a gun was leveled at her face. Her sister managed to stop them, but in the end, Tawni was paralyzed for life.
After a long period of training and agonizing physical therapy, she could use both her arms to move. She was determined not to stay in a wheelchair. Sometimes she does, like when hacking or reading. She was the one to track down the assassins and join their ranks. Though young, she proved herself more than capable to lead.
Kin: Tano Fernandez [Predecessor] Lucia Fernandez [Predecessor]
Abilities: Hacking
Weaknesses:
-Can’t walk without braces
-Suffering from PTSD
-Extremely anti-social
-Deathly afraid of fire
-Can’t use guns (She’s deathly afraid of them too)
Strengths: [At most three.]
-Hacking
-Knows anatomy and is just short of a pre-med degree
-Stubborn refusal to give up
Likes: Quiet, solitude, ‘J-pop’, and reading.
Dislikes: Loud music, cars, guns, fire, and people.
Other: Brainwashed by Templars
Theme Song: (Hatsune Miku- Rolling Girl)

Username: Moose
Name: Lily Stranger
Gender: Female
Age: 25
Birthplace: A farm in Virginia
Side: Assassin
Position: Assassin
Assassin Rank: 10
Appearance: X
Clothing: She wears T-shirts and jeans and combat boots. Her hair is either in a ponytail or down and she looks like a home-grown American all the time.
Weapons: Her fists and a pistol worn on her hip for all to see if they care to.
Personality: Lily is the girl next door. She has a strong sense of purpose and honor, but is also not afraid to fight for it. She will go and live on a farm and tend it or live in a tiny apartment in New York City and fit in there.
History: Lily joined up in the U.S. Army on her eighteenth birthday and served for four years there. She learned a lot about her country and herself. More importantly, she learned about life and about trust. She learned how to trust. She learned about her buddies and she learned to tell them everything, and she did. There is a bond there that will never be broken. But after her time in the military was done, she joined the assassins, lending them her skills and discipline, fully allowing herself to be ruled by their order.
Kin: Julia (Mother); Robert (Father); Cody (Older Brother); Daryl (Older Brother); Henry (Older Brother); Jeremy (Younger Brother)
Abilities: shooting her firearm, following orders, surviving
Weaknesses:
-jealous (at times)
-speaks in slang
-will not deviate from protocol
-very emotionally guarded
-trusts too much or not enough
Strengths:
-physically strong
-fast
-follows orders
Likes: straightforward things and people, driving fast, working
Dislikes: too many things to list
Other: Meow?
Theme Song: This is War - Thirty Seconds to Mars


Username: Dusset
Name: Samantha (Sam) McDoughy
Gender: Female
Age: 21
Birthplace: Miami, Florida
Side: Brotherhood
Position: Assassin
Assassin Rank: 5
Appearance: Sam is 5"6, around 110lb. She has well-kept and long, brown, hair and her pale face is dappled with freckles. She has emerald eyes and a large scar down the center of her back.
Clothing: I'm waiting. Alternative
Weapons: Hidden blade, Delta-Force Knife, Two Pairs of Brass Knuckles, .45 Cal Smith and Wesson Pistol
Personality: Samantha has never been a traditional girl. She dresses and acts much like a boy. She’s oddly aggressive in just about everything she does, whether it be socializing or fighting. At times she can be playful and sometimes takes it pretty far, confusing people into thinking she’s serious.
History: Born in Miami, Florida. When she and her brother, Kory, were thirteen, Kory stole a car, landing him in jail. Sam broke him out and the two have always been on the run. Sam was always the one leading Kory into situations, whether it was stealing a petty piece of candy or actually street racing. Either way, one always made sure to get away from the cops if one was arrested so they could bail each other out. Nothing is known about their parents, but from the sounds of it, they didn't seem happy and proud of their children.
Kin: Charlie McDoughy [Distant Ancestor], Flinn McDoughy [Father], Sierra McDoughy [Mother], Kory McDoughy [Twin Brother].
Abilities: Her punch is more powerful than one could guess, and can break a nose easily.
Weaknesses:
-She’s easily distracted by attractive members of either sex.
-Doesn’t advertise as such, but thinks her brother and herself are better than most others.
-Doesn’t trust quickly.
-A little oblivious.
-Her ranged abilities are undeveloped.
Strengths:
-Highly skilled in close combat.
-Incredibly loyal.
-Nimble and quick on her feet.
Likes: Brawling, men, women, her brother, drinking, fast food or rather food in general.
Dislikes: Police, people better than her.
Other: I look incredible~
Theme Song:
-That's How We Roll - Don Omar
-Teddy Picker - Arctic Monkeys

Username: SkullKrusher
Name: Derek Skyler
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Birthplace: Zürich, Germany
Side: Assassin (the Creed)
Position: Assassin
Assassin Rank: 11
Appearance: Derek (blue eyes)
Clothing: In a mission [no gun, blue and black parts are instead crimson red and hood is lowered] Normal Clothes
Weapons: Hidden Blade, Sniper Rifle (AS-50) and M93 Raffica
Personality: Derek is a person that likes to keep to himself - mostly, that is, since he has almost no problem being in the company of others. He is a professional infiltrator, trianed to be able to find at least five ways to enter any building at any time. He is also a skilled hacker - so skilled, in fact, that he has already gotten information from police databases - from the basic PD's all the way to FBI and even sometimes the Army. Otherwise, Derek is a marksman and so prefers to keep a distance. He is a sniper and loves to take down enemies from afar or assist others without actually being there. Last thing - he is very observant, so he rarely misses out on details.
History: Derek was born in 2'nd February, 1987 (meaning he is almost 26 years old). His father, Friedrich, was a german and so sent him to school, then made him do his homework BEFORE he could even go to the toilet after he returned home. He wasn't even allowed to eat at times when he didn't get excellent grades. In school, though, Derek was much different - he was very social and talked with both boys and girls. He had two girlfriends but their relationships never became that serious. Around the age of 17, Derek learned that his father had died. He was killed on the top of a skyscraper in Miami. So, Derek and his mother flew that way to give him a proper burial and move houses to forget their past. The young teenager had climbed on the top of the building and found a Hidden Blade. There, another assassin found him, having been sent to retrieve the item, and so he immediately asked him if Derek would join them or risk all his life to run from them. You can guess what happened... Derek quickly became an assassin. He lost his eye when he saved the same woman that had recruited him, but he was close to death and it was a miracle that he survived. From there, he became closed in yet he was still mostly social and friendly.
Kin: Friedrich Werrer [father, deceased]; Samantha Skyler [mother, living in Miami];
Abilities: Infiltrator and hacker; marksman with his weapons; very observant
Weaknesses:
- Hard to find when needed, yet when found he'll follow orders;
- Mostly silent and lost in his thoughts;
- Cannot use any other guns or weapons, so has to cary more ammo for his weapons;
- Not easily-trusting;
- His left eye isn't working so half of his FOV is black;
Strengths:
- Infiltrator and hacker;
- Great marksman;
- Won't leave anybody behind, even if it costs him something else;
Likes: Fighting, drinking alcohol, company and missions where he infiltrates alone or with a couple of people
Dislikes: Huge missions; obnoxious people; being a mentor and being wounded easily
Other: Knows what to do when the Mentor gets angry or attacks when affected by the Bleeding Effect.
Theme Song: Disturbed - Storm to Pass :3

Username: IceFyr1928

Name: Kendrik Olfonse

Gender: Male

Age: 37

Birthplace: Kingston, Jamaica

Side: Assassins

Position: Assassin

Assassin Rank: Rank 4

Appearance: Dis guy

Clothing: Like a bau5

Weapons: RPD light machine gun, Remington Tactics shotgun, Hidden Blade, Glock 18 automatic pistol

Personality: Kendrik is a very easygoing, if not serious individual. He enjoys company, and is often around other assassins. Barely a moment goes by where Kendrik does not have a grin on his face. He is often laughing in his deep, baritone voice, which is heavily accented due to his Jamaican heritage, and that English is a second language to him. Despite this, Kendrik can be a very charismatic speaker, and can easily get his point across. He is a very persuasive speaker, and has an immense knowledge to match the ability. His quick wit assists him in almost any and all situations. Kendrik is quite good at diffusing tention, as his good humor and comedic nature tend to make everyone laugh. Kendrik tries to know and remember everyone's names, along with making as many friends as possible in the process.

History: Kendrik grew up in Kingston, where his mother left early in young Kendrik's life, leaving him and his older brother Deandre in the care of their father, a baker for a local hotel. Kendrik was lucky enough to gain a basic homeschooled education from his older brother, who attended public school. Kendrik was not so lucky as his brother, as he often got into fights, and had gotten expelled from just about every school in the city. His father noticed this, and sent Kendrik along with his older brother to a military school near the British naval base in the city. There, Kendrik grew into a hard, tough soldier, and enlisted in the Queen's Royal Navy as soon as he was old enough. He served for ten years before being dismissed for disobeying orders, which he had done to save his squad. Of course, his friends remembered this, and made sure that Kendrik got a nice home in Kingston. Sadly, his father died later that year, of a disease unknown to the local doctors. Kendrik slowy began to socialize, meeting people and going places, turning into the man he is today. When he was 30, Kendrik traveled to New York, where he got tangled with the wrong people at the wrong time, and almost got sent to prison for life. I it wasn't for his lawer, a man named Vincent, he would be twiddling his thumbs in a cell, wrongly convicted. He eventually ran in to the Brotherhood, and joined their ranks. What drew him in was protection. The NYPD had been watching him, and were slowly tightening their grip. He went through a two year apprenticeship, becoming proficient in Tae Kwon Do, Jujitsu, and other styles of fighting, along with becoming a master marksman. He is now a mid-level assassin, and enjoys every bit of it.

Kin: Marc (Father), _ (Mother), Deandre (Brother)

Abilities: Good speaker, Marksman

Weaknesses: Easy to trust anyone, despite their positions; Rebellious when he sees a more logical solution than his superiors; Angers easily, especially when family or heritage is involved; often says things that get him in trouble; terribly afraid of heights

Strengths: Very charismatic; An excellent swimmer, due to his time in the Royal Navy; a master marksman with nearly any weapon

Likes: Soul music, people, and a good laugh

Dislikes: Racists, white supremacists, or any others that put him in a lower class

Other: Despite his Jamaican heritage, Kendrik despises any sort of Jerked meat (a classic cooking style in Jamaica)

Theme Song: Anton Ellis - Stronger than Before


Assassin Apprentices

Username: TMD
Name: Florence Torento
Gender: Female
Age: 19
Birthplace: Topeka, Kansas
Side: Brotherhood
Position: Assassin Apprentice
Assassin Rank: 3, going on 4.
Appearance: I hate my job, but it's shelter...
Clothing: Yeck. [Girl]
Weapons: Hidden Blade, heavy two handed guns that fire rapidly, and a semi automatic pistol.
Personality: Florence is strange. Despite her sweet face and her charming figure, Florence is fierce in and out of battle. She always talks like someone is below her, no matter who she is talking to. Some say that she has a Bleeding Effect on her, but she really is just crazy, sometimes talking to someone that isn't there. Sometimes she just... Sits there, staring into the distance, and not listening to anyone.
History: Believe it or not, Florence used to be an Abstergo agent, and extremely loyal to the cause. It was only when some assassins broke into the area and rescued a hostage that she was captured and thrown into chains. Despite her hissing and spitting, the Mentor said that the only way to punish her was if she became an assassin herself. Florence was forced to become an apprentice and is currently working to become a full assassin. She still doesn't like anything that is happening around her, not even the assassins that work with her.
Kin: None are known for sure, but some say that she is a descendant of Ezio Auditore.
Abilities: Her clever and cunning ways of manipulating people.
Weaknesses: 
- doesn't like the Brotherhood, thus having no friends.
- doesn't carry her weight.
- spends money she makes on alcohol. 
- possibly the most distrusted person in the Creed.
- lack of communication.
Strengths: 
- she is very clever and cunning.
- very creative.
- lithe, quick on her feet.
Likes: music, drawing, art, clothes, alcohol, Abstergo Industries.
Dislikes: The Brotherhood, assassins, people who bother her.
Other: ... 
Theme Song: Feel This Moment-Christina Aguilera ft. Pitbull

Name:Dan Bentley/DJ IceFyr

Gender: Male

Age: 20

Birthplace: San Diego, California

Side: Citizen

Position: Famous DJ

Appearance: Working on a picture, but I can provide a written description for now.

Dan stands at approximately 6'4", which leaves him taller than the average person, but not exactly towering over almost everyone. When it comes to hair, Dan has a blond-brown combo that usually takes a bronzish tone in most light. He tends to keep this hair at a respectable length, but it grows fast, often leaving Dan with up to shoulder-length hair. When it does get to this length, it begins to curl at the ends, giving it a wild appearance. Dan's face isn't exactly memorable, with no really prominent features, but it usually has a stern expression on it. Low-sweeping eyebrows assist this look, but only to a small degree. Dan's eyes are an ice colored blue, which most girls find an attractive match to his hair. Dan tends to often slouch his usually broad shoulders, which are fairly proportionate to his broad chest. Despite his large frame, Dan tends to remain skinny, at least in retrospect of the rest of his body. His legs, which make up a large majority of his height, are long and muscular, as he played football through the last years of high school. Considering his size, Dan's large feet seem fitting, yet most people find it amazing that he has such a size.

Clothing: see 'Personality'

Weapons: Smith and Wesson '45 sidearm, which he keeps in a gun locker at his house for emergencies.

Personality: Dan is generally easygoing, and acts friendly towards everyone. He often laughs off situations, and is almost always cracking jokes of one kind or another. Despite his friendliness and good humor, Dan happens to have not many true friends, as he'd rather stay at home, where he can often be found tinkering with one of his robotic creations. Some would classify Dan as a nerd, as he is quite intelligent, and could go to Stanford or Yale I he pu his mind to it. However, this is only half of the double-life that Dan leads. During the night, a radical change occurs. Where Dan can be timid in large crowds, DJ IceFyr weaves through with exceptional social skill. While Dan may be a robotics geek, IceFyr instead turns into a DJ with skills to be recconed with. Despite the change, IceFyr maintains an air of mystery, keeping his eyes covered with sunglasses, even though it may be night when he comes alive. The clothing styles between Dan and his alter-ego differ greatly. Dan tries to go with a more professional appearance, keeping hair brushed back, and often wearing button-down shirts and slacks. IceFyr, however, takes casual to a whole other level, wearing leather jackets, jeans, tee shirts, and a bunch of glow sticks, as per the norm in the rave scene that he entertains. Despite their differences though, Dan and IceFyr still remain the same person, with complete and total harmony.

History: Dan grew up in an average home in San Diego, doing reasonably well in school. He breezed through the first two years of high school with a crept able grades, and the picked up on electronic music, namely Dubstep. It wasn't long before Dan was at his computer, making his reputation from scratch. Many of his songs were hits, and he quickly gained a fanbase among YouTube users. As Dan continued through high school, his popularity grew, and as such, his alter-ego created. He went from a computer geek that played Dungeons and Dragons to a semi-famous electronic artist almost in the blink of an eye. However, Dan had to retain his normal identity, as even his music wasn't earning him a living. He got into a reasonably good college, landing a spot in a great robotics engineering program. He continued living his double life for a year, and continues to this day, making money by selling his music online, and has started attempting to put it up onto ITunes. He has continued on this path, and his robotic studies have brought him into the neighborhood of the Assassins. Although he has yet to come into direct contact with the organization, he has begun to feel a few of their ripples that they have caused...

Kin: Alan (Father), Karie (Mother), Derek (Brother)

Abilities: Good with electronics, specifically robotics; skilled DJ

Weaknesses: Not a very good liar, hates cold weather, can't handle random situations very well, a bit of a wimp, Positively abhors very confined spaces

Strengths: Fast to think and answer, good problem solver, physically strong

Likes: Electronic music, being with friends

Dislikes: Rap and Pop music, Small, confined spaces

Theme Song: Right In (Stratus Remix)


ABSTERGO

Abstergo Leader

Abstergo Agents

Username: RainDash
Name: Cheshire “Chesh” (Real Name: Jade Langley)
Gender: Female
Age: 26
Birthplace: Nevada (There's no record of her birthplace)
Side: Abstergo (But only because they pay good.)
Position: Agent
Assassin Rank: She was just an assassin once...
Appearance: Look closely, because you get one look.
Clothing: Whom did you expect?
(Mask included)
Weapons: Sais, folding katanas, poisoned Shurikens, kunai, glock.
Personality: Cheshire, much like her namesake, is just a tiny bit crazy. She fights for the highest bidder and cares very little about morals. She pays back debts quickly and without hesitation. Out of professional and personal commitment, she never takes off her mask. In a lot of ways, she figures herself the anti-hero of her own story, and should never doubt her choices. While she was an assassin, she learned the power of money and soon turned to Abstergo.
History: Growing up, Jade never would have so much as yelled out of turn. Never spoke louder than normal volume, which made it all the more startling when she told her parents that she would either join the assassins or kill them if they got in her way. Well... they got in her way. She found them and joined them, rapidly picking up the gun and killing people side, while abandoning and not caring about the philosophical. While on mission, she was offered a large sum of money not to kill the man, and she took it from his cold dead hands. She discovered that she liked not having to worry about the philosophical consequences of her actions. She contacted Abstergo, quit the assassins after taking a few nondescript assassin's lives, and joined the side that would pay and ask no questions in return.
Kin: Burt [Father, Deceased], Mary [Mother, Deceased], Artemis [Cousin, Deceased]
Abilities: Killing people.
Weaknesses:
-Not loyal
-Not good with 'deep thoughts'
-Can act out if angered
-Can have 'episodes' and lose her senses
-She spends money as soon as she gets it
Strengths: [At most three.]
-Good with guns
-Not loyal to any side, lacking any ties to either
-Knows how to wield her katanas
Likes: Guns, swords, blood, men, women, money, and quiet moments on a beach
Dislikes: people who don't shut up, thinking about things too hard, people who tell her how to live her life, and pretty much anyone who thinks their cause is 'just'
Other:
Theme Song: Outrage- By Capital Lights


CITIZENS


Name: James/Christian (Chris normally)
Age: 37
Gender: Male
Side: Self-Affiliated
Rank: N/A
Position: N/A

Appearance: James and Chris are twins so underneath their gear they look exactly the same. They both have spikey black hair and cold grey eyes that are more often than not bloodshot and red from a lack of sleep. They both stand at about 6’4”, they are thin and lanky but have an athletic build. James wears a black t-shirt that had the sleeves torn off. He also wears leather fingerless gloves with an iron plate attached to the back. He wears baggy forest cameo pants and heavy black, steel-toed combat boots. Around his waist he wears a black utility belt. Whenever he is out on the streets he is seen wearing a combat vest loaded with several weapons and gadgets as well as a Russian PMG-9 gas mask. Chris wears the same as his brother only instead of a gas mask he wears a brown balaclava that covers only the lower half of his face from the bridge of his nose down. Over his eyes he wears a pair of sunglasses that look like Olympic swimming goggles, with these his eyes are completely hidden. They both also wear dog tags that are blank except for two-digit numbers that have been scratched into each. James’s number is 14 and Chris’s number is 16, no one knows about the numbers except for that it seems to go up by one or two every few weeks, and for whatever reason they tend to refer to each other by these numbers instead of their names.

Personality: Both James and Chris show signs of very acute psychosis. They tend to live in their own reality which causes them to act without any regard for consequences. Despite constantly living in this reality they seem to be completely aware of the world around them and will avoid danger, however they have no regard for the people or property in either reality. Both brothers seem to show the same lust for blood. They both share the same love for death and killing. They live underground and use the subways to move around the city without being noticed, however when they are noticed they try to dispose of the witness so they may maintain their low profile.

Weapons: Both brothers tend to favor different weapons. James prefers guns and explosives while Chris prefers melee weapons like swords and knives. James usually arms himself with numerous grenades and explosives like C4. He also carries a few stun grenades and flash bangs. On his back he carries an RPG-7 when he goes into heavy combat, but despite carrying it he rarely uses it and only carries one or two reloads for it. He normally uses an M4-Carbine with an angled grip and a select fire mechanism. On either leg he wears two dessert eagle pistols which he keeps in drop-down holsters. Chris usually carries a wide assortment of different sized knives and blades. He usually favors two 9 inch, military grade bowie knives. In his vest he carries numerous throwing knives, all of them are grouped with similarly shaped knives and he tends to carry 4 groups of knives. On his back he carries a short foot long sword with a flat tip. It has no stab damage other than blunt damage, but it is very sharp on either side. On his waist he carries twin 36” katanas that he tends to favor over all of his weapons. Finally, Chris has steel blades strapped to the outside of both of his boots. They are small and therefore easily missed; this makes his kicks a lot more dangerous. Both brothers are trained in the art Jeet Kune Do, a martial arts created by Bruce Lee.

History: Not much is known about the twins other than they were at one point assassins that were exiled and excommunicated for their violent tendencies. They showed no regard for the laws of the creed.

Strengths:
James: Explosives, Guns, combat tactics/intelligence
Chris: Martial Arts, Any melee weapon/blade, combat intelligence

Weaknesses:
Both: Psychotic, careless, arrogant, rely too much on each other for their combat strategies, wanted by the law (not a weakness but a definite downside to their lives).

Likes: Killing, blood, explosions/destruction, each other
Dislikes: Reality, everyone else, the cops, the feds, society, social structures, sane people

Other: On a few occasions James and Chris will use a tactic that involves dressing exactly like the other and taking advantage of the fact that they are twins. They will lead a person into dark buildings with large open areas and will attack the person one on one and then jump into hiding then the other will jump out and attack giving the effect of one person attack, moving quickly and in some cases: teleporting. This tactic is usually used on skilled targets like assassins or police, targets that would be harder to kill normally.




This post has been edited by TwilightMoonDragon on Jun 10 2013, 08:25 AM

[Danniphantom]

((And so it begins! Anywhere specific you want me to start?))

[Mousia]

(Um...you do guys want to start at the HQ?)

Aelia looked around wearily, dark eyes scanning the streets for Templars of suspicious citizens. Not seeing anything, she strolled out of the shadows, pretending to be a part of the crowd. She was ready to attack at any moment, but tried as hard as she could to blend in to avoid that scenario. Turning a corner, the distinct smell of alcohol and vomit crept into her nose. She was close. Very close. The tavern's smell had always meant it. She would need to turn a few more corners to arrive at HQ.
A rustle and a crash perked her attention, be she had to keep moving. Ever so silently, she went. Her eyes were already adjusted to the shadows of buildings. The shade that had been her parent when her biological ones were out. The shade that had saved her so many times. extending her dual Hidden Blades, Aelia's eyes flitted around as she went. Finally, finally the building came into view. The one that she'd always called home. Looking above her, she cursed herself for forgetting the hookblades. It wasn't like assassins couldn't improvise, though, so she took out two throwing knives and scaled the wall with difficulty. "Casio's never going to let me live this down," she whispered to the wind. After pulling her weapons out of the soft cement, the woman stood on the roof, cloak-dress blowing in the wind. She could still smell the tavern because the wind blew the rancid-smelling air towards the HQ. Crinkling her nose, she looked around. No one could hide on that roof, not even behind the incline of the dome.
Satisfied that no one was hiding on the roof or around the HQ, she jumped down into an old, fabric roof of a long-abandoned fruit stand. After sliding off of it, she made her way around the building to enter properly. Upon entrance, she was bombarded with odd sounds and smells that she wouldn't describe for her life. Thoroughly embarrassed at her group, she sighed in exasperation. Would they ever shape up? Probably not.
She made her way to the other end of the building and went up a primitive set of steps to her bedroom. After entering, she rubbed her temples with worry. Where was that book? Where had Altair hidden it? She needed to make sure that it was safe before the Templars found out about it. That would surely spell trouble. Why do I have to do everything around here?

This post has been edited by Mousia on Aug 24 2012, 10:40 AM

[TwilightMoonDragon]

The soft puffy clouds always attracted him. The way that the swim across the sea of blue like some giant sea monsters swimming in the deep. The thing that he loved the most was the night sky though. The sound of an owl hooting in the distance, and the sound of the crickets chirping in the shady bushes. The billions of stars dotting the sky, some larger than others. The moon hanging heavy in the sky, filled with ivory that it had gathered over the month. It was such a wonderful view, with the dots of silver and ebony against a purplish background.
Casio sank his teeth into a delicous roll of sweet bread. Twilight was always his favorite time of day; the wonderful hues of yellows and blues and purples blending together...
Sadly, this was also the time when he should have been home.
Sighing, Casio devoured the last of the sweet bread and sat up from his laying down postion on the red roof. He slid down the roof and fell to the ground, spooking some people in the process. He had already gotten in trouble for being late with Aelia, and so, he began to run toward the HQ. unlike other assassins, he didn't mind being out at broad daylight in the middle of the street. Casio sighed as he passed by some people and finally turned the corner to get into the HQ. Ah, home sweet home, he told himself as he stepped in. There were people all around, laughing, drinking, and more. He had to get to his room and pretend that he was sleeping. So, he tried to creep through the crowds without being noticed. And if someone does catch me, they'll tell Aelia, and she'll make me guard the HQ all night again. Casio swiped the remaining pieces of sweet bread off of his teeth with his tongue, snorting.

[Danniphantom]

Aero sat in the main room of the Assassin's headquarters. He had claimed a seat right by the fire and was reading a book about Altair. He had already read this book a couple times but he was looking through again. He felt that something was amiss within. He always was very observant, especially when it came to books written by the assassins. They sometimes left clues hidden within the text, minor things such as an intentional error in spelling, or an odd symbol meant to look like a writing impediment. Every page, every word he read over very carefully. Once with his eyes, and another with Eagle Vision. He meticulously went over every word of every page, feeling it and looking at it. At times he would even slip out of reality and be confined to himself in this world of examination, he wouldn't acknowledge anyone until he came out. But this time was less so. He was being meticulous but not so much that he wouldn't notice anyone else.

Eventually he closed the book and gave his eyes a break. He stared into the flames held in the fireplace and thought about his master and everything he had been taught. He had a good life, wouldn't change anything about it. He got up and went to put the book away, he needed air; he was going for a run.

[Mousia]

Aelia stood up, determined to find something in a memoir of Altair. There would have to be some clues. Something to tip them off to where the book was hidden. Sure, Aelia knew most of the contents of the Book of Altair by heart, but the Templars didn't Making her way back down the stairs again, she caught a glimpse of blonde hair poking up. "Casio!" Her voice was full or rage. "You stayed out too late again!" Aelia quickened her pace, cutting through the crowd easily due to her rank and, well, anger. "Always, Casio, always! What can you say to defend yourself?" Her eyes were expectant and blazing with fire. His outings had started to become regular occurances and she would not hide it any longer. She would not hold back the lecture or the yelling. She would publicly embarrass him. She'd hurt his ego more than ever before. Suddenly, a devious idea crept into her mind and grin came with it. Oh, he'd be red-cheeked for weeks.

Scipio strolled in shortly after Casio, hiding in the crowd. He knew he'd have less chances of being noticed. He looked more like regular assassins because he was one and was not really a figure to be looked up to. He heard Aelia's yelling and grinned bit before stepping forward on Casio's behalf. "And you have never been out late?" He knew it was risky to challenge Aelia, but he had Casio. Casio had been his friend for a while and they frequently drank together and chased women together. Besides, Aelia would publicly attack them, would she? Would she?

"No, Scipio, I haven't. In case you hadn't an idea about my parents, they raised me to practice and not go out to have fun," Aelia spat. He did not just challenge her, did he? She'd just have to make his life hell, too, then. Ah, apprentices usually were an annoyance. He'd give her an apprentice in due time. But not one that he would enjoy.

[TwilightMoonDragon]

[Oh snap.]

Casio watched his Brotherhood play chess and other games, smiling to himself. That was what he liked the most about his home. Outside, they were killers, beater upers. Thieves. Sneaky little snakes. But in here they were like any other person- they loved to spend time together, and just hang out. Casio actually liked to see the people outside the HQ. Espcially the women. They were so lovely and thin... A sharp bark brought Casio's blue eyes up to a thin figure pushing its way toward him and cutting through the crowd.
Oh.
My.
God.
It was Aelia.
Before he could start running out of the HQ and hang out later in the night, the woman started yelling at him, fire burning in her brown eyes. Casio hated this crap. Everyone turned their eyes toward him, and Scipio aimed to protect him, but Aelia quickly shot him down. Casio grit his teeth and looked away for a moment before actually speaking. "Aelia, I simply just lost track of time." he answered curtly. He didn't like everyone looking at him. If someone had to speak to him or call him out, he had clearly told everyone that to tell him in private. The thing that he hated the most was to be called out in public. A snicker caught his attention, and embarrassed eyes turned toward the laugh. An Assassin ducked his head sheepishly. "Why do you have to be all loud and screechy and bristly like an angry cat?"

[MissDarkCeltic18]

A girl walked through the streets selling flowers. "A flower sir?" Fiona asked. The man bought some flowers from the young girl. She continued walking around and selling the flowers on the streets. She went back to her florist shop and sold flowers from the shop. She continued to do the same thing over and over again. There was one thing Fiona always did enjoy in her life. That was to put a smile on the orphans faces at the end of her day. She did not understand why most people would avoid the orphans. She always thought the children were considered their future. She went over to see the children playing as usual. "Fiona's here." a small blonde girl said. The children ran over to her and tried to ask her how her day went. "Hold on, hold on. I got something for you children while I was on my way over." Fiona said as she pulled out a loaf of bread. The children smiled as Fiona got the bread into portion sizes for them. "Thank you." a boy said. Fiona just smiled. "It was nothing." Fiona said.

[monkeyboy225]

Nico had drifted off in a park and quickly shot open his eyelids which he noticed the sun had gone down already. He swore to himself as he realized he was late for getting back to the HQ and knew that he would get a mouthful as he was still only an apprentice. He scrambled to his feet before climbing up on a near-by roof which was at the edge of the park and jumped from roof to roof as fast as he could hoping that no one would notice someone in a white robe running along the roof tops. As he dropped into the alleyway which held the entrance to the HQ and looked around for anyone who might notice him before slipping into the door as quietly as he could.

When he entered the room he noticed that bunch of people were still around having a good time and above it all he could hear Aelia laying into someone which made him sigh in relief. She was nice looking but she took her role as master to serious sometimes. He slipped through the crowd of partying assassins and keep his head down as he tried to get to his room and continue his nap that had been interrupted by the on coming night.

[Mousia]

Aelia fought her urge to scream in anger. Instead, she just slapped Casio and then Scipio. They learn soon enough. Turning to face the general group of assassins, she looked at each of them before saying anything. "Does anyone else have something to add?" Her voice was sweet but dangerous. As if she was warning them all not to test her any more. Things had been tough for her, close calls, Templars, stress. She often felt like a single mother who had to raise too many difficult and slippery children. Like she was all alone.
Marching back up the stairs, she paused. "Casio...come here." Her voice was soft, but audible. After that, she continued up, listening to some concerned whispers and giggles.

(Sorry for the shortie, gotta go.)

[Danniphantom]

Aero walked in after his run. His forehead was beaded with sweat as he saw the situation taking place. Aelia yelling at Casio, again. It wasn't too much of a surprise anymore. He saw Scipio stand up for Casio and smiled. ~The ties of Brotherhood are lasting.~ Aero thought hopefully. He stepped down into the crowd, people moved out of the way, bowing slightly. He managed to make his way to the "front row" before leaning against a post and watching. ~What will she have him do this time?~ He wondered. Though he was guilty of the same crime, staying out late; he just hoped that Aelia wouldn't notice and would think he had been there all along. But the yelling was over, Aelia was walking away. For now he was safe.

He looked towards Aelia as she walked away. ~She seems overly stressed. I should probably go talk to her.~ He thought wiping the sweat from his brow. ~Maybe I can help her with something that will take this weight off.~ He continued as he straightened up and started to approach Aelia when she heard her call Casio. He figured he would wait until she leaves before following her. But he kept his eyes open for any other chance.

This post has been edited by Danniphantom on Aug 24 2012, 01:37 PM

[TwilightMoonDragon]

Casio didn't expect the slap that came his way. He clutched at his reddened cheek and hissed loudly. The hell was wrong with her?! She never smacked him, she only warned him that she was going to smack him one of these days. Oh, wow. I guess this day came... And she slapped Scipio too! Poor guy, he looked toward his best friend and frowned softly at him. It was sort of a silent apology. Sure, they were reckless. Sure, they were irresponsible. But they certainly weren't jerks that didn't do anything around the place! Casio was a great leader! At least that he said that to himself. When Aelia turned away, he thought that that was all that she was going to do. Thank God. But when she turned around and told him to follow her, his hair stood on end and he swallowed roughly. Last time, they got in a horrible arguement that involved Aelia throwing one of her throwing knives at him. And it almost hit him, but in the way of dodging he hit his head against the bookshelf in the room. "Merda," he cursed, glancing at Scipio before following the other assassin leader up the stairs. "Ambra needs help translating a book that may hold hints at where the Book of Altair is hidden," he called softly down to the Brotherhood. "Someone should go and help her." with that, he followed Aelia the rest of the way.

[Merda- in Italian.]

[Danniphantom]

Aero had heard Casio and smiled a little. His guess was as good as any that anything that helped the guild would help Aelia. He decided he would help Ambra. He pulled down his hood, deciding he wouldn't need it and walked off to find Ambra. He had a little fun with it as he ran through the halls jumping over people and things as he made his way to the library, assuming it was the first logical place that she would be. He stopped dead in front of the large, wooden, library door. He opened it up and quietly stepped inside. "It's always so gloomy in here." He said looking around at the dim lighting of a couple candle sconces, the rest of the light was coming in from the moon which lit the city that night. "Ambra, are you in here?" He called softly looking around, making his way through the rows of bookshelves.

[TwilightMoonDragon]

The place where the libary was located was stuffy and incredibly dark. Candles lingered at each corner but that was how light was in the library. The smell of the books that lined the walls was overwhelming. Everyone knew that little, musty smell whenever someone picked up a new or used book. Rats nibbled on the books that had fallen victim to the shadows and had long been forgotten. The smell of flowers wafted around the room, which was caused by some daisies and roses that had been bought from the flower shop next door. Yet even the flowers were wilted and their color had faded to a depressing hue. It wasn't like the Brotherhood even cared for flowers. They drank, slept, used the pot, and went on missions together.
Ambra could be considered a flower if you thought about it. She was young. Ripe. She was... Pretty? Yeah, that was the word. Or different. Unlike the other people in her home, she had hair the color of flames. Eyes the color of a dull sapphire. The bad thing about her was that she was a shut in- she didn't really want to see anyone around. She could hardly fight in hand to hand combat. But she was pretty. And knew how to read, which was how she was in the library right now. Ambra perked when she heard footsteps, straightening from he slumped postion over some rotting books that she had found in the depths of the library. A candle was on her desk, and was surrounded by globs of hardened wax that had fallen from the candlestick. "Who's there?" she asked in a soft voice, peering through some empty bookshelves to catch a glimpse of the person that had come in to her library. If it was an enemy, she would run. She really didn't fight unless she absolutely needed to, though.

[Danni, can you post a bit more in your posts? ;D]

[Danniphantom]

((Sure can, difficult to at times though, don't want to describe the HQ too much for fear of you having different ideas or plans for it.))

"It's just me, Aero." He said. He wasn't sure how well known his name was known through the place but he hoped that his rank of Master would at least make him known enough. "Casio said you needed some help translating a book?" He asked continuing to step through the dark and dank library. He went down another isle of bookshelves, wiping dust off some books and picking others up and putting them back in their place. He picked up a candle and lit it and continued on, following where he last heard Ambra's voice. He came into view of her and approached her slowly, not showing any signs of hostility, rather he was being quite open and friendly, he had a soft and kind smile on his face as his grayish-blue eyes sparkled in the candle light. "I believe this is the first time I've met you." He said taking a slight bow. "I am Aero Arnoldus. One of the Masters here." He said.

((This one is a little short because I have to go for a few to clean the kitchen. I'll respond to your next post with as much detail as possible when I can take the time to think about it more.))

This post has been edited by Danniphantom on Aug 24 2012, 02:35 PM

[Mousia]

Aelia reached the top floor and sighed, taking a right turn. The woman opened the simple wooden door that led into her room and left it open for Casio. She sighed again, willing it to let out the worry that lurked within her. She didn't even knew what she would say to Casio. Would she just tell him? Or would she lead up to it? For once, she didn't know what the best approach was. Aelia put her hands on her lap, making a little slapping noise. "I don't know how to tell you this, but we need to put everything on hold and find the Book of Altair. I want to know if you're with me or against me before I tell Aero." Aero was the youngest Master Assassin, so he didn't have to know until his two elders agreed on something. Aelia had been around his age when she'd reached her rank, but still bubbled with jealousy. He was never a villain in the eyes of others. He was never considered crazy or mean or called a...well...
Her eyes flitted around the room. It was dark and cold and damp. That was the way she liked it, though. It made her feel invisible. Like no one was judging her. No one would ever judge her there...

(Funny how I knew what that swear meant.)

[TwilightMoonDragon]

[Get better, Mousey. ;3
And it's okay, Danni. ]

Casio followed Aelia into her room. His callous hand went up to brush his fingers through his dirty blond hair. The last time that he was in the room with Aelia was when she tried to kill him with that throwing knife! Casio sighed, his eyes going to her plush bed and taking it in. The HQ had barracks where the assassins slept, but the Assassin Masters had their own room. They were small, but not that small. Just the size of a normal room... He sat on the plush bed and immediately felt like laying down. This bed was so soft it was incredible! But his inner pleasure vanished when Aelia spoke. The Book of Altair. Drop everything. Go and find it. With her or not?
The Brotherhood had been looking for that book for ages. It was lost somewhere around the Holy Roman Empire and they had not been getting hints as where to look for it. And that caused everyone great discomfort. The Templars could have dozens of hints on where to find it and they could be sitting ducks! "Aelia! Do you even know where the Book of Altair might be?" he asked casually, leaning back on a hand and relaxing slightly. A frown creased his lips. "I mean, Holy Rome expands many miles and to many countries. How are we going to find it if we don't even know where it is? Or where it might be? We don't even know where to begin looking, Aelia! You can't just rush into something." Casio then shrugged and rolled his shoulders a bit, making them relax and not be all tensed up. "But, I'm with you any how. You always know best. When should we be leaving?"

Ambra relaxed softly at the sound of a male's voice. It was warm, inviting, lovely. At least, from what she thought that the person was. A Templar sneaking in to kill her... A candle, a lit candle, floating toward her. She had to cringe away from such a light flame, but she quickly got used to it. A male, named Aero, with sandy blond hair and blueish gray eyes... This was one of the master assassins?! And she didn't even know about it. She averted her eyes toward the book when he bowed, ashamed with herself. What kind of person didn't even know who was her Assassin Leaders? "Ah, pleased to meet you," she whispered softly. She dipped her head toward him as well, a small smile working its way across her pale, Germanic face. "... About the book... It is in Latin." she opened it and pushed it closer to Aero to show him. "And I found it at the very back of the library. It might hold secrets to where Altair keeps his book but..." she raised her eyes to meet his. "I know Latin. I know German. I know little bits of Italian but..." the eyes returned to the manilla paper that was moth-bitten. "This Latin... It is old... Possibly as old as when the people used to speak it in the Roman Empire. The one who wrote this book must of not wanted normal eyes to understand it..."

[monkeyboy225]

Nico woke up from his nap and looked around his sleepy eyes. He hadn't been asleep for long but it was long enough that some of his fellow assassins had come to the rooms and had fallen asleep. But still he could hear others drinking and talking loudly to each other and he decided that he would go join them and have a few drinks. He got up from his bed and headed to the large room where the assassins were holding drinks and all smiling, he got a mug thrust into his hand and was whipped up into the party-like atmosphere which got rid of the rest of his sleepiness. He was soon smiling like the rest of them and talking in a loud voice as his worries of the outside world slipped away and his concerns of him not having a mentor didn't bother him.

~~~~~~~~~

The candlelight gleamed off of the steel armor that the Templar Captain was wearing as he poured over a fresh report on the constant search for that Book of Altair. Only his eyes could be seen from under the high-necked armor but if you knew the captain you could tell that he was frowning as his eyes narrowed. "Soldier, are you sure this report is right?" He demanded the skinny soldier who stood near the door. "Ye-ye yes sir. This was given to us from a scouting group." Otto just growled as the report stated that the Templar still had no clue where to even start looking for the blasted book.

Otto stomped out into the courtyard where his men stood amassed and their armor gleamed in the candlelight as it was dark outside already. His sword and ax hung on either hip while his shield rested on his back as he stood at the front of his thirty troops. "I want you to sweep every part of the city until you find any one of those assassins who we can torture as the ones we have right now are giving us nothing. Anyone who doesn't come back with nothing will spend a week in the dungeons with minimal food and water." He than stormed back into the Captain's quartered which he shared with the rest of the Captains as he was fuming under his armor that they still didn't have any leads.