Lorenzo stood facing the rising sun, back to the house he now uses for safety. The markets were so empty now, and it produced an eerie feeling. Without people, he had no income, and couldn't support himself. He had to come up with alternative methods of survival.
It was strange he had not seen any humans around his section of town. It was near the boundary of rich, and poor. An invisible divider between the Assassin's and what little territory the Borgia had still called home.
Lorenzo knew he was aging, and would have to make the most of his last "young" years. But now, it was a new day, a new opportunity to continue his revenge for his family. He walked back inside, and changed into his heavy plate suit.
Borgia or Brotherhood; Neither, could join either later on.
Skills; He is a killer. He used his disguise as a way to approach his targets with minimum suspicion, as he was likely expected in most occasions. He's extremely agile, preferring speed and well planned, swift attacks over brute force. He takes out his target and disappears.
Biography;
He's always been the same. An assassin without a leader. His targets weren't given to him, he chose them. He's not crazy, in fact, he's a very likeable, intelligent and kind person under his costume, but he's seemingly insane. Absolutely out of his mind, more so after the zombie apocalypse. He's terrifying. No way one could stand next to him without feeling uneasy. He is a walking nightmare.
Nowadays he simply makes his way around the ruins of Rome. Making his own fun. No longer taking out human targets. He's become a good villain type of figure, doing his best to help, but still feared by everyone.
Additional info; He trusts zombies more than he trusts people. His best friend is a zombie.
Want me to add anything; Nope.
(( I have such a great first post planned. If I'm accepted. I know it isn't great, but hopefully the fact that I can be considered a decent to good RPer makes up for it. ))
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(haha I like Hug's idea to stay neutral)
Serenity unbuttoned her gown. "So what will it be, request cost extra." She was down to her undergarments. "Well big boy, do you not know how to speak?" The man suddenly grabbed her by the throat, choking her with his huge hand. She gasped for air, her legs kicking him all the while. He threw her against the wall, "This will teach you and your damn whores as well!" he unsheathed a hidden knife, and crept towards her. She reached onto the little table in the room and unfolded her fan with a flick of her wrist. "You will not harm me or a single hair on my girls heads." She threw the bladed fan at him. It missed as he ducked with ease. ~how can a man that size move that easily?~
He lunged at her trying to stab her, she sidestepped. ~So thats his weakness, I need to get him when he lunges forward.~ she ran and grabbed her fan out of the wall. She held it up, ready to strike. He lunged forward again, she cut his neck. He let out a cry of anguish. All the girls knew it was Madame Serenity. They kept their occupants busy, not wanting them to be frightened. He stood back up gripping his neck. Blood seeped through his fingers, "YOU *****!," he yelled, "I'm going to skin you alive!" He charged towards him, she simply sidestepped and slashed at his calf. He fell to his knees.
"You, you *****," his head hung low. "If I die, I will take you down with me." He spun around quickly and threw the dagger at her. She tried to jump to the side but it struck her in the shoulder. She ran up to him and quickly finished him off. "bastardo cazzo" she said under an exhausted breath. She pulled the blade out of her shoulder and stuck it into his eye. "Fransisca, get the doctore. Hurry, it is urgent." She sat there, amazed at what had just happened
** I like this pace. Sorry for my absence, I've slept for like ten hours. Hugs, you are accepted only because you guarantee a good roleplay and I know you won't disappoint me. Moderator status as well.
Everyone, don't forget there's a zombie apocalypse. There may be some nobles that have bodyguards keeping their homes safe, but that's really it. No one on the streets unless they're being chased by zombies or creepers. Even then the streets are usually littered with corpses, explosions, fires, and the living dead. **
Faustus was just another shadow in the night as he swooped across buildings. He had a particular target in mind. It was not to kill, perhaps... unless she posed a thread to the Brotherhood. As Faustus leaps over buildings, over the streets full of the living dead, and through balconies, he slowly descends on Serenity. Throwing himself off the balcony he catches a lantern, and it swivels to the side. Momentum carries him through the air... and through the balcony, right beside Serenity.
"Signomi*, madam Serenity. I see fit you've been having a fine day, killing nobles?" With a slight smile Faustus rises from his one knee.
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"Ah, buonasera Faustus, to what do I owe the pleasure of your company?" She sat down, out of breath. "It wasn't my choice to end him, he attacked me first to which I simply retaliated. Please, do get comfortable." she motioned to him with a wave of her hand.
((Are there ALL types of minecraft mobs? Or just hostile?))
Lorenzo finished changing and exited his house once again, locking his door on the way out. The sun had risen, and he was ready to continue phase one of his plan: Kill Zombies. Drawing his Labrys Axe, he slowly marched down the street, readying to hack off the heads of any he saw.
In a moss-grown plaza, he spotted some prey. There were three zombies, and one skeleton archer. "An easy warmup" Lorenzo said to himself. He charged at them screaming "FOR MY FAMILY", axe raised. The zombies turned, and stared eerily, while the skeleton knocked an arrow, and prepared to fire. As Lorenzo approached the Zombies, the archer fired, peircing his left leg. Lorenzo brought his Labrys across the chest of the group of zombies, slashing straight through one, and imbedding itself in another. The skeleton prepared to knock another arrow, but it was not quick enough. Lorenzo's armored fist crushed the bony neck of it's bleached white body. As he held the skeleton's skull in his outstretched hand, the remaining zombie tried its luck at bringing down the armored man. The zombie lunged at Lorenzo, but only bounced off of the plate armor. Kicking the zombie back, Lorenzo dropped the rotten skull, and heaved the axe back out of the zombie corpse. He lifted it high over his head, and brought it down upon the last zombie as it was trying to scamper away.
Sitting back against the fountain at the center of the plaza, Lorenzo pulled the arrow from his leg, leaving a bleeding hole, and wiped his weapon off in the grass.
Leo knew where he could find someone to pickpocket off of. Most of the nobles went down to the where the entertainment was. He could easily snag a few coins with his nimble hands. As he jumped from rooftop to rooftop he finally arrived at the (The building where the entertainers are. Sorry I don't know the word for it.). As he reached it he heard two people yelling and he decided to investigate. When he peeked through a window he saw a man, a woman, and a noble's dead body. Hopefully he would be able to loot it after they left the building. For now he would just watch and listen as they talked.
((Sorry I don't know many of the sayings said by them back them. I'll need to look up on roman words and the such.))
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Who said I couldn't punch that tree!?
My tail... it's so... fluffy. <;o
The Harlequin was ready for yet another show. The crowd gathered around his stage, hungry for entertainment. Waving their arms around, screaming and growling. They would kill to see it now.
" Ladies and gentlemen! You are about to witness the greatest performance of your lives! "
The Harlequin emerged from the shadows with his arms out. Bowing slightly, he began his show. Juggling various items, including knives. Performing stunts such as backflips. The crowd went wild, "cheering". This was all boring to him, however, he had done it a million times, and it bored him. There was one thing that never got old, however..
" Now, for the main event! "
He pulled a cover off from behind him, revealing a man chained up to a wooden board of sorts. The man was beaten and cut severely. Like he was already dead. The crowd roared. They had been dying to see this.
" Luca! Are you ready!? " The Harlequin asked the man. The man simply moaned and growled. " Good! "
He began juggling his knives as the crowd waited.. impatiently. He suddenly threw one of his knives, then the other, and another, and finally a forth one. The knives hit. One piercing the man's left eye, a second piercing his forehead, the third his chest, and last pierced his stomach.
The Harlequin laughed maniacally as the man squirmed is pain. The crowd cheered. Having retrieved his knives, he turned to the crowd again, back - flipping onto one knee with his arms held out, he gave another slight bow.
" Thank you! Thank you! "
Finally, he pulled out a smoke bomb and threw on the ground in front of him, disappearing in a cloud of smoke. What he did was hold onto a rope used to lift heavy cargo, and had it pull him onto a roof in just second. From the roof, he could see his crowd still gathered around the stage, cheering endlessly.
Truth is, his crowd were zombies, and so was the man his had just " killed ". They were screaming, growling and moaning.. like all zombies did. In his eyes, though, they were cheering and asking for more.
[Holy ****, late app. I also had my internet take a **** on me, so I lost it.}
Name: Azzo Croccifixo
Age: 22
Borgia or Brotherhood: Brotherhood
Skills: Azzo is a traditional fledgling Assassin; his speed and agility is unmatched by any non-Brotherhood person, and his stealth is quite noteworthy. However, his choice of weaponry is a little unusual for an Assassin; his signature weapons are a mace and mourning-star. He uses his speed and agility to create massive amounts of momentum to crush his opponents' skulls.
Appearance: Azzo is a light-skinned man, despite his large amounts of time outside in the Roma Assassin compound. His light skin is heavily contrasted with his raven-black hair, falling down past his ears and stopping just before his ice blue eyes, ragged and uneven from his manual haircuts with his knife. He is more muscled than other Assassins from his constant training with his mace and mourning-star. He stands around 6 feet high, and weighs around 190 pounds.
Biography: [SHORT BIOS ARE FOR PROS.] Azzo was born to a family of Brotherhood-sympathizing Borgia spies. His parents always taught him that the Brotherhood was the "good" organization; the Borgia used a facade of prosperity and goodwill to gain control of the population. His parents sympathies were soon found out, however. Borgia soldiers stormed Azzo's home, and dragged him and his parents away. He narrowly escaped, punching a mercenary in the face, and ran to Roma.
Azzo approached the Roma Assassin compound's front gate, pleading for refuge from his Borgia pursuers. The compound leader, Faustus, agreed, but under the trial of Azzo being his servant for one year. Azzo agreed, exceeding even Faustus's expectations. After the one year trial, Faustus officially made Azzo an Assassin recruit. That is where Azzo remained when the Change occurred, and he remains paired with Faustus.
Additional info: Azzo has an annoying habit of snapping his fingers when he gets agitated, making others around him quite upset with him.
Want me to add anything: ROCKETCANES AND GYPSIES. YEEEEAH.
[Hopefully, having Azzo as like a close friend is alright with you, Absolete.]
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Skills; Unlike her brother, her kills tend to be exaggerated and theatrical. She takes people out brutally with her twin barbed daggers in a dancing assault, and then leaving them to bleed to death. Her attacks are flashy, quick, and extremely effective. She is intelligent, too. She can plan ambushes and assassinations without too much difficulty.
Biography; The Hellequin always tried to help out her brother, giving him some planning advice and helping him out with larger targets, but she always had her own plans in mind. She eventually split from her brother, taking her own assassinations into plan. Her kills were loud and obnoxious. On a stage, and dramatized. Drama was, after all, her favorite genre. Because of this, most people thought her kills were faked, not real. How wrong they were. Much like her brother, she was her own assassin, killing people she wanted to kill.
She seems quite posh and delicate, and doesn't seem anywhere near as insane as her brother. She isn't a comedian, nay, she is a true actor. She is intelligent and shows that fact off well. She is a bit of a braggart, and stuck up. She isn't very relateable with other people. She thinks she is above all of them. The Hellequin keeps to herself mostly, because of this. She doesn't like her brothers line of work. In fact, she hadn't seen him in quite a while.It was only recently - since the apocalypse, when she met him again.
Additional info; HARLEQUINS SISTER. AWW YEEE. TENSE FAMILY RELATIONS, GO.
Want me to add anything; Nah, isscoo. Also, Number, Exclamation point, number.
Not really the best app ever, but I like the character. :3
** Damnit guys... so many applications. Both of you are accepted, Neil and Sting.
To answer everyone's questions though, only zombies and creepers. Creepers are rare though, and more of a "boss" creature. Sting, I enjoy the application immensely. How about you hop in next to me with Serenity? As soon as we IC get back to the underground network I will be promoting you to Assassin, though. Moderator for you and Neil though.
If you use terms NOT in English, please italicize them as I did with Rome. **
Faustus smirks at her. "Of course, of course. Now... I come today to you for a... proposal, of sorts. You accompany me, and the Brotherhood. An honorary recruit, if you will. Join us in our conquest. We are raising a Brotherhood. A new hope, to reclaim Roma."
Looking to the setting sun out of the window, a few black clouds circle. It would not rain yet, though. Or possibly at all. Too small of an amount to rain.
When Leo had heard that the two where talking about some kind of Brotherhood, he remembered his fathers tales about the Brotherhood of Assassins. Also he heard they were talking about retaking Rome. He had to join, this was his only chance to actually have a family and hopefully they would accept him. Leo climbed atop the building and saw a hole in the balcony. Strange he wondered whoever did that. He decided to wait atop the roof until the man who had been talking could leave and he could get his chance to talk to him. He just sat there, waiting while listening to the sounds of the undead.
** If you're going to roleplay, have a spell checker. Please. You're terrible at spelling. It's "assassins" or "assassin", nor assasin. You also said you walked around the WHOLE building, why? And how did you do it before she responded? That's silly. Besides, you'd have been attacked by zombies.
Hugs, I have to admit... that was the best roleplay entrance I've ever seen, ever. **
Marquies pulled out his common sword, ready for another day of killing. Atleast eight of those things were eating some poor mans eyes out. Unlucky for him, lucky for Marquies. The monsters raised their heads, realizing Marquies's approach. They took off in a dead sprint, leaving the feeble body behind. Eight wouldn't be too hard, the first came infront of Marquies, hoping to get a clean shot on his neck. Marquies simply held his sword out in front, the monster becoming a shish kabob. Marquies quickly pulled the sword out. Two more approached. Beginning a spinning motion he sliced both of their heads off with one swing. Pushing them out of the way, Marquies walked forward, he was enjoying this. The other four were all coming towards him. Throwing his sword to the side, Marquies pulled out four poison syringes. Two in each hand. As the monsters came closer, Marquies's shot became clearer. Finally, he threw all four, each one hitting their target. Dead center in the brain. Marquies approached the zombies, and pulled the syringes out. He walked over to the nearby inn, where he threw his common sword, picking it up and sheathing it, Marquies walked in through the broken glass, all he needed was wood and nails, and this could become a good hideout.
** More really bad roleplaying. First off, you put "brotherhood" in your application when you used a character from the Multiplayer selection. Which I said strictly not to. He's Borgia if he came from that list because the Multiplayer characters are from the campaign. You kill them in the campaign because they're Borgia.
Second, your character isn't trained to handle eight zombies without receiving a wound. I'll let it slide that you killed four or so, but he'd be panicked as **** after that and pretty much running off. Not everyone in Rome is a heartless killer who is mindless and at terms with death. Don't powergame like that, most likely after four kills he would be running for his life and in extreme terror.
Lastly, zombies wouldn't be effected by syringes or poison. The needle is too thin to severely damaged their brains, and poison is out of the question. Please edit that or something.
Thank you for editing though, Beo. The balcony is a terrace though, an outstretched area... it leads inside, it has no doors. It's a big hole in the wall on its own. **
Lorenzo stood facing the rising sun, back to the house he now uses for safety. The markets were so empty now, and it produced an eerie feeling. Without people, he had no income, and couldn't support himself. He had to come up with alternative methods of survival.
It was strange he had not seen any humans around his section of town. It was near the boundary of rich, and poor. An invisible divider between the Assassin's and what little territory the Borgia had still called home.
Lorenzo knew he was aging, and would have to make the most of his last "young" years. But now, it was a new day, a new opportunity to continue his revenge for his family. He walked back inside, and changed into his heavy plate suit.
Name;The Harlequin
Age;25
Borgia or Brotherhood; Neither, could join either later on.
Skills; He is a killer. He used his disguise as a way to approach his targets with minimum suspicion, as he was likely expected in most occasions. He's extremely agile, preferring speed and well planned, swift attacks over brute force. He takes out his target and disappears.
Biography;
He's always been the same. An assassin without a leader. His targets weren't given to him, he chose them. He's not crazy, in fact, he's a very likeable, intelligent and kind person under his costume, but he's seemingly insane. Absolutely out of his mind, more so after the zombie apocalypse. He's terrifying. No way one could stand next to him without feeling uneasy. He is a walking nightmare.
Nowadays he simply makes his way around the ruins of Rome. Making his own fun. No longer taking out human targets. He's become a good villain type of figure, doing his best to help, but still feared by everyone.
Additional info; He trusts zombies more than he trusts people. His best friend is a zombie.
Want me to add anything; Nope.
(( I have such a great first post planned. If I'm accepted. I know it isn't great, but hopefully the fact that I can be considered a decent to good RPer makes up for it. ))
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Serenity unbuttoned her gown. "So what will it be, request cost extra." She was down to her undergarments. "Well big boy, do you not know how to speak?" The man suddenly grabbed her by the throat, choking her with his huge hand. She gasped for air, her legs kicking him all the while. He threw her against the wall, "This will teach you and your damn whores as well!" he unsheathed a hidden knife, and crept towards her. She reached onto the little table in the room and unfolded her fan with a flick of her wrist. "You will not harm me or a single hair on my girls heads." She threw the bladed fan at him. It missed as he ducked with ease. ~how can a man that size move that easily?~
He lunged at her trying to stab her, she sidestepped. ~So thats his weakness, I need to get him when he lunges forward.~ she ran and grabbed her fan out of the wall. She held it up, ready to strike. He lunged forward again, she cut his neck. He let out a cry of anguish. All the girls knew it was Madame Serenity. They kept their occupants busy, not wanting them to be frightened. He stood back up gripping his neck. Blood seeped through his fingers, "YOU *****!," he yelled, "I'm going to skin you alive!" He charged towards him, she simply sidestepped and slashed at his calf. He fell to his knees.
"You, you *****," his head hung low. "If I die, I will take you down with me." He spun around quickly and threw the dagger at her. She tried to jump to the side but it struck her in the shoulder. She ran up to him and quickly finished him off. "bastardo cazzo" she said under an exhausted breath. She pulled the blade out of her shoulder and stuck it into his eye. "Fransisca, get the doctore. Hurry, it is urgent." She sat there, amazed at what had just happened
Everyone, don't forget there's a zombie apocalypse. There may be some nobles that have bodyguards keeping their homes safe, but that's really it. No one on the streets unless they're being chased by zombies or creepers. Even then the streets are usually littered with corpses, explosions, fires, and the living dead. **
Faustus was just another shadow in the night as he swooped across buildings. He had a particular target in mind. It was not to kill, perhaps... unless she posed a thread to the Brotherhood. As Faustus leaps over buildings, over the streets full of the living dead, and through balconies, he slowly descends on Serenity. Throwing himself off the balcony he catches a lantern, and it swivels to the side. Momentum carries him through the air... and through the balcony, right beside Serenity.
"Signomi*, madam Serenity. I see fit you've been having a fine day, killing nobles?" With a slight smile Faustus rises from his one knee.
"Ah, buonasera Faustus, to what do I owe the pleasure of your company?" She sat down, out of breath. "It wasn't my choice to end him, he attacked me first to which I simply retaliated. Please, do get comfortable." she motioned to him with a wave of her hand.
Lorenzo finished changing and exited his house once again, locking his door on the way out. The sun had risen, and he was ready to continue phase one of his plan: Kill Zombies. Drawing his Labrys Axe, he slowly marched down the street, readying to hack off the heads of any he saw.
In a moss-grown plaza, he spotted some prey. There were three zombies, and one skeleton archer. "An easy warmup" Lorenzo said to himself. He charged at them screaming "FOR MY FAMILY", axe raised. The zombies turned, and stared eerily, while the skeleton knocked an arrow, and prepared to fire. As Lorenzo approached the Zombies, the archer fired, peircing his left leg. Lorenzo brought his Labrys across the chest of the group of zombies, slashing straight through one, and imbedding itself in another. The skeleton prepared to knock another arrow, but it was not quick enough. Lorenzo's armored fist crushed the bony neck of it's bleached white body. As he held the skeleton's skull in his outstretched hand, the remaining zombie tried its luck at bringing down the armored man. The zombie lunged at Lorenzo, but only bounced off of the plate armor. Kicking the zombie back, Lorenzo dropped the rotten skull, and heaved the axe back out of the zombie corpse. He lifted it high over his head, and brought it down upon the last zombie as it was trying to scamper away.
Sitting back against the fountain at the center of the plaza, Lorenzo pulled the arrow from his leg, leaving a bleeding hole, and wiped his weapon off in the grass.
((Sorry I don't know many of the sayings said by them back them. I'll need to look up on roman words and the such.))
My tail... it's so... fluffy. <;o
The Harlequin was ready for yet another show. The crowd gathered around his stage, hungry for entertainment. Waving their arms around, screaming and growling. They would kill to see it now.
" Ladies and gentlemen! You are about to witness the greatest performance of your lives! "
The Harlequin emerged from the shadows with his arms out. Bowing slightly, he began his show. Juggling various items, including knives. Performing stunts such as backflips. The crowd went wild, "cheering". This was all boring to him, however, he had done it a million times, and it bored him. There was one thing that never got old, however..
" Now, for the main event! "
He pulled a cover off from behind him, revealing a man chained up to a wooden board of sorts. The man was beaten and cut severely. Like he was already dead. The crowd roared. They had been dying to see this.
" Luca! Are you ready!? " The Harlequin asked the man. The man simply moaned and growled. " Good! "
He began juggling his knives as the crowd waited.. impatiently. He suddenly threw one of his knives, then the other, and another, and finally a forth one. The knives hit. One piercing the man's left eye, a second piercing his forehead, the third his chest, and last pierced his stomach.
The Harlequin laughed maniacally as the man squirmed is pain. The crowd cheered. Having retrieved his knives, he turned to the crowd again, back - flipping onto one knee with his arms held out, he gave another slight bow.
" Thank you! Thank you! "
Finally, he pulled out a smoke bomb and threw on the ground in front of him, disappearing in a cloud of smoke. What he did was hold onto a rope used to lift heavy cargo, and had it pull him onto a roof in just second. From the roof, he could see his crowd still gathered around the stage, cheering endlessly.
Truth is, his crowd were zombies, and so was the man his had just " killed ". They were screaming, growling and moaning.. like all zombies did. In his eyes, though, they were cheering and asking for more.
He smiled, walking away via the rooftops.
Name: Azzo Croccifixo
Age: 22
Borgia or Brotherhood: Brotherhood
Skills: Azzo is a traditional fledgling Assassin; his speed and agility is unmatched by any non-Brotherhood person, and his stealth is quite noteworthy. However, his choice of weaponry is a little unusual for an Assassin; his signature weapons are a mace and mourning-star. He uses his speed and agility to create massive amounts of momentum to crush his opponents' skulls.
Appearance: Azzo is a light-skinned man, despite his large amounts of time outside in the Roma Assassin compound. His light skin is heavily contrasted with his raven-black hair, falling down past his ears and stopping just before his ice blue eyes, ragged and uneven from his manual haircuts with his knife. He is more muscled than other Assassins from his constant training with his mace and mourning-star. He stands around 6 feet high, and weighs around 190 pounds.
Biography: [SHORT BIOS ARE FOR PROS.] Azzo was born to a family of Brotherhood-sympathizing Borgia spies. His parents always taught him that the Brotherhood was the "good" organization; the Borgia used a facade of prosperity and goodwill to gain control of the population. His parents sympathies were soon found out, however. Borgia soldiers stormed Azzo's home, and dragged him and his parents away. He narrowly escaped, punching a mercenary in the face, and ran to Roma.
Azzo approached the Roma Assassin compound's front gate, pleading for refuge from his Borgia pursuers. The compound leader, Faustus, agreed, but under the trial of Azzo being his servant for one year. Azzo agreed, exceeding even Faustus's expectations. After the one year trial, Faustus officially made Azzo an Assassin recruit. That is where Azzo remained when the Change occurred, and he remains paired with Faustus.
Additional info: Azzo has an annoying habit of snapping his fingers when he gets agitated, making others around him quite upset with him.
Want me to add anything: ROCKETCANES AND GYPSIES. YEEEEAH.
[Hopefully, having Azzo as like a close friend is alright with you, Absolete.]
Name; Caha 'The Hellequin'
Age; 22
Borgia or Brotherhood; Neither.
Skills; Unlike her brother, her kills tend to be exaggerated and theatrical. She takes people out brutally with her twin barbed daggers in a dancing assault, and then leaving them to bleed to death. Her attacks are flashy, quick, and extremely effective. She is intelligent, too. She can plan ambushes and assassinations without too much difficulty.
Biography; The Hellequin always tried to help out her brother, giving him some planning advice and helping him out with larger targets, but she always had her own plans in mind. She eventually split from her brother, taking her own assassinations into plan. Her kills were loud and obnoxious. On a stage, and dramatized. Drama was, after all, her favorite genre. Because of this, most people thought her kills were faked, not real. How wrong they were. Much like her brother, she was her own assassin, killing people she wanted to kill.
She seems quite posh and delicate, and doesn't seem anywhere near as insane as her brother. She isn't a comedian, nay, she is a true actor. She is intelligent and shows that fact off well. She is a bit of a braggart, and stuck up. She isn't very relateable with other people. She thinks she is above all of them. The Hellequin keeps to herself mostly, because of this. She doesn't like her brothers line of work. In fact, she hadn't seen him in quite a while.It was only recently - since the apocalypse, when she met him again.
Additional info; HARLEQUINS SISTER. AWW YEEE. TENSE FAMILY RELATIONS, GO.
Want me to add anything; Nah, isscoo. Also, Number, Exclamation point, number.
Not really the best app ever, but I like the character. :3
To answer everyone's questions though, only zombies and creepers. Creepers are rare though, and more of a "boss" creature. Sting, I enjoy the application immensely. How about you hop in next to me with Serenity? As soon as we IC get back to the underground network I will be promoting you to Assassin, though. Moderator for you and Neil though.
If you use terms NOT in English, please italicize them as I did with Rome. **
Faustus smirks at her. "Of course, of course. Now... I come today to you for a... proposal, of sorts. You accompany me, and the Brotherhood. An honorary recruit, if you will. Join us in our conquest. We are raising a Brotherhood. A new hope, to reclaim Roma."
Looking to the setting sun out of the window, a few black clouds circle. It would not rain yet, though. Or possibly at all. Too small of an amount to rain.
((Edited, hope thats a bit better.))
My tail... it's so... fluffy. <;o
Hugs, I have to admit... that was the best roleplay entrance I've ever seen, ever. **
My tail... it's so... fluffy. <;o
Marquies pulled out his common sword, ready for another day of killing. Atleast eight of those things were eating some poor mans eyes out. Unlucky for him, lucky for Marquies. The monsters raised their heads, realizing Marquies's approach. They took off in a dead sprint, leaving the feeble body behind. Eight wouldn't be too hard, the first came infront of Marquies, hoping to get a clean shot on his neck. Marquies simply held his sword out in front, the monster becoming a shish kabob. Marquies quickly pulled the sword out. Two more approached. Beginning a spinning motion he sliced both of their heads off with one swing. Pushing them out of the way, Marquies walked forward, he was enjoying this. The other four were all coming towards him. Throwing his sword to the side, Marquies pulled out four poison syringes. Two in each hand. As the monsters came closer, Marquies's shot became clearer. Finally, he threw all four, each one hitting their target. Dead center in the brain. Marquies approached the zombies, and pulled the syringes out. He walked over to the nearby inn, where he threw his common sword, picking it up and sheathing it, Marquies walked in through the broken glass, all he needed was wood and nails, and this could become a good hideout.
Second, your character isn't trained to handle eight zombies without receiving a wound. I'll let it slide that you killed four or so, but he'd be panicked as **** after that and pretty much running off. Not everyone in Rome is a heartless killer who is mindless and at terms with death. Don't powergame like that, most likely after four kills he would be running for his life and in extreme terror.
Lastly, zombies wouldn't be effected by syringes or poison. The needle is too thin to severely damaged their brains, and poison is out of the question. Please edit that or something.
Thank you for editing though, Beo. The balcony is a terrace though, an outstretched area... it leads inside, it has no doors. It's a big hole in the wall on its own. **